rit out of you.

_Mar._ He's gone.

_Sir G._ I have done, then. Now forgetting
Your late imaginary feast and lady,
Know, my Lord Lovell dines with me tomorrow:
Be careful, not be wanting to receive him;
And bid my daughter's women trim her up,
Tho' they paint her, so she catch the lord, I'll thank 'em.
There's a piece for my late blows.

_Mar._ I must yet suffer:
But there may be a time-- [_Aside._

_Sir G._ Do you grumble?

_Mar._ O no, sir. [_Exeunt._

ACT. III.

SCENE I.--_The Country._

_Enter_ Lovell _and_ Allworth.

_Lov._ Drive the carriage down the hill: something in private
I must impart to Allworth.

_Allw._ O, my lord!
What sacrifice of reverence, duty, watching;
Although I could put off the use of sleep,
And ever wait on your commands to serve 'em.
What danger, tho' in ne'er so horrid shapes,
Nay death itself, though I should run to meet it,
Can I, and with a thankful willingness, suffer:
But still the retribution will fall short
Of your bounties shower'd upon me.

_Lov._ Loving youth,
Till what I purpose be put into act,
Do not o'erprize it: since you have trusted me
With your soul's nearest, nay, her dearest secret,
Rest confident, 'tis in a cabinet lock'd,
Treachery shall never open. I have found you
More zealous in your love and service to me
Than I have been in my rewards.

_Allw._ Still great ones,
Above my merit. You have been
More like a father to me than a master.
'Pray you pardon the comparison.

_Lov._ I allow it;
And give you assurance I'm pleas'd in't.
My carriage and demeanour to your mistress.
Fair Margaret shall truly witness for me,
I can command my passion.

_Allw._ 'Tis a conquest
Few lords can boast of when they are tempted--Oh!

_Lov._ So young, and jealous!

_Allw._ Were you to encounter with a single foe,
The victory were certain: but to stand
The charge of two such potent enemies,
At once assaulting you, as wealth and beauty,
And those two seconded with power, is odds
Too great for Hurcules.
Hippolitus himself would leave Diana,
To follow such a Venus.

_Lov._ Love hath made you
Poetical, Allworth.
How far is it
To Overreach's?

_Allw._ At the most, some half hour's riding;
You'll soon be there.

_Lov._ And you the sooner freed
From your jealous fears.

_Allw._ Oh that I durst but hope it! [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.--_A Hall in Sir Giles's house._

_Enter_ Sir Giles Overreach, Greedy _and_ Marall.

_Sir G._ Spare