Bur. Fair one I will: in the best phrase I have too,
And so I kiss your hand. [Exit.

Al. Your Lordships Servant.

Olym. Come hither wench, what art thou doing with that Ring?

Al. I am looking on the posie, Madam.

Olym. What is't?

Al. The Jewel's set within.

Olym. But where the joy wench,
When that invisible Jewel's lost? why dost thou smile so?
What unhappy meaning hast thou?

Al.. Nothing Madam,
But only thinking what strange spells these Rings have,
And how they work with some.

Pet. I fear with you too.

Al. This could not cost above a Crown.

Pet. 'Twill cost you
The shaving of your crown, if not the washing.

Olym. But he that sent it, makes the vertue greater;

Al. I and the vice too Madam: goodness bless me:
How fit 'tis for my finger!

2 W. No doubt you'l find too
A finger fit for you.

Al. Sirrah, Petesca,
What wilt thou give me for the good that follows this?
But thou hast Rings enough, thou art provided:
Heigh ho, what must I doe now?

Pet. You'l be taught that,
The easiest part that e're you learn't, I warrant you.

Al. Ay me, ay me.

Pet. You will divide too, shortly,
Your voice comes finely forward.

Olym. Come hither wanton,
Thou art not surely as thou saist.

Al. I would not:
But sure there is a witchcraft in this Ring, Lady,
Lord how my heart leaps!

Pet. 'Twill goe pit a pat shortly.

Al. And now methinks a thousand of the Dukes shapes.

2 W. Will no less serve ye?

Al. In ten thousand smiles.

Olym. Heaven bless the wench.

Al. With eyes that will not be deni'd to enter;
And such soft sweet embraces; take it from me,
I am undone else Madam: I'm lost else.

Olym. What ailes the girle?

Al. How suddenly I'm alter'd!
And grown my self again! do not you feel it?

Olym. Wear that, and I'le wear this:
I'le try the strength on't.

Al. How cold my bloud grows now!
Here's sacred vertue:
When I leave to honour this,
Every hour to pay a kiss,
When each morning I arise,
Or I forget a sacrifice:
When this figure in my faith,
And the pureness that it hath,
I pursue not with my will,
Nearer to arrive at still:
When I lose, or change this Jewel,
Flie me faith, and heaven be cruel.

Olym. You have half confirm'd me,
Keep but that way sure,
And what this charm can doe, let me endure. [Exeunt.

SCENA III.

Enter Archas, Theodore, 2 Daughters Honora and Viola.

Ar. Carry your self discreetly, it concerns me,
The Duke's come in, none of your froward passions,
Nor no distasts to any: Prethee Theodor,
By my life, boy, 'twill ruine me.

The. I have done Sir,
So there be no foul play he brings along with him.

Ar. What's that to you?
Let him bring what please him,
And whom, and how.

The. So they mean well—

Ar. Is't fit you be a Judge sirrah?

The. 'Tis fit I feel Sir.

Ar. Get a banquet ready,
And trim your selves up handsomly.

The. To what end?
Do you mean to make 'em whores?
Hang up a sign then,
And set 'em out to Livery.

Ar. Whose son art thou?

The. Yours Sir, I hope: but not of your disgraces.

Ar. Full twenty thousand men I have commanded,
And all their minds, with this calm'd all their angers;
And shall a boy of mine own breed too, of mine own blood,
One crooked stick—

The. Pray take your way, and thrive in't,
I'le quit your house; if taint or black dishonour
Light on ye, 'tis your own, I have no share in't.
Yet if it do fall out so, as I fear it,
And partly find it too—

Ar. Hast thou no reverence?
No dutie in thee?

The. This shall shew I obey ye:
I dare not stay: I would have shew'd my love too,
And that you ask as duty, with my life Sir,
Had you but thought me worthy of your hazards,
Which heaven preserve ye from, and keep the Duke too:
And there's an end of my wishes, God be with ye. [Exit.

Ar. Stubborn, yet full of that we all love, honesty.

Enter Burris.

Lord Burris, where's the Duke?

Bur. In the great chamber Sir,
And there stayes till he see you, ye 'have a fine house here.

Ar. A poor contented lodge, unfit for his presence,
Yet all the joy it hath.

Bur. I hope a great one, and for your good, brave Sir.

Ar. I thank ye Lord:
And now my service to the Duke.

Bur. I'le wait on ye. [Exeunt.

Enter Duke, Boroskey, Gent. and Attendants.

Duke. May this be credited?

Bor. Disgrace me else,
And never more with favour look upon me.

Duke. It seems impossible.

Bor. It cannot chuse Sir,
Till your own eyes behold it; but that it is so,
And that by this means the too haughtie Souldier
Has been so cramm'd and fed, he cares not for ye;
Believe, or let me perish: Let your eyes
As you observe the house, but where I point it,
Make stay, and take a view, and then you have found it.

Enter Archas, Burris, 2 Daughters, and Servant.

Du. I'le follow your direction: welcome Archas,
You are welcome home brave Lord, we are come to visit ye,
And thank ye for your service.

Ar. 'Twas so poor Sir,
In true respect of what I owe your Highness,
It merits nothing.

Du. Are these fair ones yours, Lord?

Ar. Their Mother made me think so Sir.

Du. Stand up Ladies:
Beshrew my heart they are fair ones; methinks fitter
The lustre of the Court, than thus live darken'd:
I would see your house Lord Archas, it appears to me
A handsom pile.

Ar. 'Tis neat but no great structure;
I'le be your Graces guide, give me the keyes there.

Du. Lead on, we'l follow ye: begin with the Gallery,
I think that's one.

Arc. 'Tis so, and't please ye, Sir,
The rest above are lodgings all.

Du. Go on, Sir. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter Theodore, Putskey, and Ancient.

Puts. The Duke gone thither, do you say?

The. Yes marry do I,
And all the Ducklings too; but what they'll do there—

Puts. I hope they'll crown his service.

The. With a Custard;
This is no weather for rewards: they crown his service?
Rather they go to shave his Crown: I was rated
As if I had been a Dog had worried Sheep, out of doors,
For making but a doubt.

Puts. They must now grace him.

The. Mark but the end.

Anc. I am sure