_Dul._ Alas! had not your grace been provident, A very Nestor in advice and knowledge, Ha! where had you, poor Dulcimel, been now? What vainness had not I been drawn into! _Gon._ 'Fore God! she speaks very passionately. Alas! daughter, Heaven gives every man his talent; indeed, virtue and wisdom are not fortune's gifts, therefore those that fortune cannot make virtuous, she commonly makes rich; for our own part, we acknowledge Heaven's goodness; and, if it were possible to be as wise again as we are, we would ne'er impute it to ourselves: for, as we be flesh and blood, alas! we are fools; but as we are princes, scholars, and have read _Cicero de Oratore_, I must confess there is another matter in't. What of the prince, dear daughter? 637 _Dul._ Father, do you see that tree, that leans just on my chamber window? _Gon._ What of that tree? _Enter_ TIBERIO _with his train_. _Dul._ O, sir, but note the policy of youth; Mark but the stratagems of working love. The prince salutes me, and thus greets my ear. _Gon._ Speak softly; he is enter'd. _Dul._ Although he knew I yet stood wavering what to elect, because, though I affected, yet destitute of means to enjoy each other, impossibility of having might kill our hope and with our hope desires to enjoy, therefore, to avoid all faint excuses and vain fears, thus he devised--To Dulcimel's chamber-window 650 A well-grown plane tree spreads his happy arms By that, in depth of night, one may ascend (Despite all father's jealousies and fears) Into her bed. _Gon._ Speak low; the prince both marks and listens. _Dul._ You shall provide a priest (quoth he). In truth I promised, and so you well may tell him; for I temporised, and only held him off---- _Gon._ Politely; our daughter to a hair. _Dul._ With full intention to disclose it all to your preventing wisdom. _Gon._ Ay, let me alone for that; but when intends he this invasion?--when will this squirrel climb? 663 _Dul._ O, sir, in that is all:--when but this night? _Gon._ This night? _Dul._ This very night, when the court revels had o'erwaked your spirits, and made them full of sleep, then---- _Gon._ Then, _verbum sat sapienti_! Go, take your chamber, down upon your knees; thank God your father is no foolish sot, but one that can foresee and see. 671 [_Exit_ DULCIMEL. My lord, we discharge your presence from our court. _Tib._ What means the duke? _Gon._ And if to-morrow past you rest in Urbin, The privilege of an ambassador Is taken from you. _Tib._ Good, your grace: some reason?