_D'Am._ And seems to know if any benefit Arises of religion after death. Yet but compare's profession with his life;-- They so directly contradict themselves, As if the end of his instructions were But to divert the world from sin, that he More easily might ingross it to himself. By that I am confirmed an atheist. Well! Charlemont is gone; and here thou seest His absence the foundation of my plot. _Bor._ He is the man whom Castabella loves. _D'Am._ That was the reason I propounded him Employment, fixed upon a foreign place, To draw his inclination out o' the way. _Bor._ It has left the passage of our practice free. _D'Am._ This Castabella is a wealthy heir; And by her marriage with my elder son My house is honoured and my state increased. This work alone deserves my industry; But if it prosper, thou shalt see my brain Make this but an induction to a point So full of profitable policy, That it would make the soul of honesty Ambitious to turn villain. _Bor._ I bespeak Employment in't. I'll be an instrument To grace performance with dexterity. _D'Am._ Thou shalt. No man shall rob thee of the honour. Go presently and buy a crimson scarf Like Charlemont's: prepare thee a disguise I' the habit of a soldier, hurt and lame; And then be ready at the wedding feast, Where thou shalt have employment in a work Will please thy disposition. _Bor._ As I vowed, Your instrument shall make your project proud. _D'Am._ This marriage will bring wealth. If that succeed, I will increase it though my brother bleed. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_An Apartment in_ BELFOREST'S _Mansion_. _Enter_ CASTABELLA _avoiding the importunity of_ ROUSARD. _Cast._ Nay, good sir; in troth, if you knew how little it pleases me, you would forbear it. _Rous._ I will not leave thee till thou'st entertained me for thy servant. _Cast._ My servant! You are sick you say. You would tax me of indiscretion to entertain one that is not able to do me service. _Rous._ The service of a gentlewoman consists most in chamber work, and sick men are fittest for the chamber. I prithee give me a favour. _Cast._ Methinks you have a very sweet favour of your own. _Rous._ I lack but your black eye. _Cast._ If you go to buffets among the boys, they'll give you one. _Rous._ Nay, if you grow bitter I'll dispraise your black eye. The gray-eyed morning makes the fairest day. _Cast._ Now that you dissemble not, I could be willing to give you a favour. What favour would you have? _Rous._ Any toy, any light thing. _Cast._ Fie! Will you be so uncivil to ask a light thing at a gentlewoman's hand? _Rous._ Wilt give me a bracelet o' thy hair then? _Cast._ Do you want hair, sir. _Rous._ No, faith, I'll want no hair, so long as I can have it for money. _Cast._ What would you do with my hair then? _Rous._ Wear it for thy sake, sweetheart.