_Zuc._ She shall, i'faith, Fawn; she shall, she shall, sweet Fawn; she shall, i'faith, old boy; it joys my blood to think on't; she shall, i'faith. Farewell, loved Fawn; sweet Fawn, farewell: she shall, i'faith, boy. 483 [_Exit_ ZUCCONE. _Enter_ GONGAZO _and_ GRANUFFO _with_ DULCIMEL. _Gon._ We would be private, only Faunus stay; He is a wise fellow, daughter, a very wise fellow, for he is still just of my opinion. My Lord Granuffo, you may likewise stay, for I know you'll say nothing. Say on, daughter. [_Exeunt all but_ GONZAGO, GRANUFFO, HERCULES _and_ DULCIMEL. _Dul._ And as I told you, sir, Tiberio being sent, Graced in high trust, as to negotiate 490 His royal father's love, if he neglect The honour of this faith, just care of state, And every fortune that gives likelihood To his best hopes, to draw our weaker heart To his own love (as I protest he does)---- _Gon._ I'll rate[196] the prince with such a heat of breath, His ears shall glow; nay, I discover'd him; I read his eyes, as I can read any[197] eye-- Tho' it speak in darkest characters, I can; Can we not, Fawn?--can we not, my lord? 500 Why, I conceive you now; I understand you both. You both admire; yes, say is 't not hit? Though we are old, or so, yet we ha' wit. _Dul._ And you may say (if so[198] your wisdom please, As you are truly wise), how weak a creature Soft woman is to bear the siege and strength Of so prevailing feature and fair language, As that of his is ever: you may add (If so your wisdom please, as you are wise)---- _Gon._ As mortal man may be. _Dul._ I am of years 510 Apt for his love; and if he should proceed In private urgent suit, how easy 'twere To win my love: for you may say (if so Your wisdom please) you find in me A very forward passion to enjoy him, And therefore you beseech him seriously Straight to forbear, with such close-cunning art To urge his too well gracèd suit: for you (If so your lordship please) may say I told you all. _Gon._ Go to, go to; what I will say, or so, 520 Until I say, none but myself shall know. But I will say--Go to; does not my colour rise? It shall rise; for I can force my blood To come and go, as men of wit and state Must sometimes feign their love, sometimes their hate. That's policy now; but come with this free heat, Or this same Estro[199] or Enthusiasm (For these are phrases both poetical); Will we go rate the prince, and make him see Himself in us; that is, our grace and wits 530 Shall show his shapeless folly,--vice kneels while virtue sits. _Enter_ TIBERIO.