_Gon._ What would you do? What! are you wiser than your father?--will you direct me? 391 _Dul._ Heavens forbid such insolence! Yet let me denounce my hearty hatred. _Gon._ To what end? _Dul._ Tho't be but in the prince's ear (since fits not maiden's blush to rail aloud). _Gon._ Go to, go to! _Dul._ Let me but check his heat. _Gon._ Well, well. _Dul._ And take him down, dear father, from his full pride of hopes. 401 _Gon._ So, so, I say once more, go in. [_Exeunt_ DULCIMEL _and_ PHILOCALIA. I will not lose the glory of reproof. Is this the office of ambassadors, My Lord Tiberio? Nay, duty of a son; nay, piety of a man?-- (A figure call'd in art _gradatio_: With some learned, _Climax_)--to court a royal lady For's master, father, or perchance his friend, And yet intend the purchase of his beauty 410 To his own use? _Tib._ Your grace doth much amaze me. _Gon._ Ay, feign dissemble; 'las! we are now grown old, weak-sighted; alas! any one fools us. _Tib._ I deeply vow, my lord---- _Gon._ Peace, be not damn'd, have pity on your soul. I confess, sweet prince, for you to love my daughter, Young and witty, Of equal mixture both of mind and body, Is neither wondrous nor unnatural; Yet to forswear and vow against one's heart, 420 Is full of base, ignoble cowardice, Since 'tis most plain, such speeches do contemn Heaven and fear men (that's sententious[216] now). _Tib._ My gracious lord, if I unknowingly have err'd. _Gon._ Unknowingly! can you blush, my lord? Unknowingly! why, can you write these lines, Present this scarf, unknowingly, my lord, To my dear daughter? Um, unknowingly? Can you urge your suit, prefer your gentlest love, In your own right, to her too easy breast, 430 That, God knows, takes too much compassion on ye? (And so she pray'd me say) unknowingly? My lord, if you can act these things unknowingly, Know we can know your actions so unknown; For we are old, I will not say in wit (For even[217] just worth must not approve itself); But take your scarf, for she vows she'll not wear it. _Tib._ Nay, but my lord----