_Luc._ No, not she: But you have forgotten Emilia of the Ursini, whom the duke saluted yesterday at her balcony, when he entered. Her air and motion-- _Duke._ Are the very same with yours. Now I am sure I know you. _Luc._ But there's too little of her to make a beauty: My stature is more advantageous. _Duke._ You have cozened me again. _Luc._ Well, I find at last I must confess myself: What think you of Eugenia Beata? The duke seemed to be infinitely pleased last night, when my brother presented me to him at the Belvidere. _Duke._ Now I am certain you are she, for you have both her stature and her motion. _Luc._ But, if you remember yourself a little better, there's some small difference in our wit; for she has indeed the air and beauty of a Roman lady, but all the dulness of a Dutch woman. _Duke._ I see, madam, you are resolved to conceal yourself, and I am as fully resolved to know you. _Luc._ See which of our resolutions will take place. _Duke._ I come from the duke, and can assure you, he is of an humour to be obeyed. _Luc._ And I am of an humour not to obey him. But why should he be so curious? _Duke._ If you would have my opinion, I believe he is in love with you. _Luc._ Without seeing me? _Duke._ Without seeing all of you: Love is love, let it wound us from what part it please; and if he have enough from your shape and conversation, his business is done, the more compendiously, without the face. _Luc._ But the duke cannot be taken with my conversation, for he never heard me speak. _Duke._ [_Aside._] 'Slife, I shall discover myself.--Yes madam, he stood by _incognito_, and heard me speak with you: But-- _Luc._ I wish he had trusted to his own courtship, and spoke himself; for it gives us a bad impression of a prince's wit, when we see fools in favour about his person. _Duke._ Whatever I am, I have it in commission from him to tell you, he's in love with you. _Luc._ The good old gentleman may dote, if he so pleases; but love, and fifty years old, are stark nonsense. _Duke._ But some men, you know, are green at fifty. _Luc._ Yes, in their understandings. _Duke._ You speak with great contempt of a prince, who has some reputation in the world. _Luc._ No; 'tis you that speak with contempt of him, by saying he is in love at such an age. _Duke._ Then, madam, 'tis necessary you should know him better for his reputation; and that shall be, though he violate the laws of masquerade, and force you. _Fred._ I suspected this from his violent temper. [_Aside._] Sir, the emperor's ambassador is here in masquerade, and I believe this to be his lady: It were well if you inquired of him, before you forced her to discover. _Duke._ Which is the ambassador? _Fred._ That farthermost. [_Duke retires farther._ _Fred._ to _Luc._ Take your opportunity to escape, while his back is turned, or you are ruined. Ascanio, wait on her.