uld pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too,
And kill as deadly.

_Verd._ You are as far from justice
In him you praise, as equitie in the censure
You load me with.

_Beaup._ _Dinant?_ he durst not meet us.

_Lam._ How? durst not, Brother?

_Beaup._ Durst not, I repeat it.

_Verd._ Nor was it _Cleremont_'s valour that disarm'd us,
I had the better of him; for _Dinant_,
If that might make my peace with you, I dare
Write him a Coward upon every post,
And with the hazard of my life defend it.

_Lam._ If 'twere laid at the stake you'd lose it, Nephew.

_Cham._ Came he not, say you?

_Verd._ No, but in his room,
There was a Devil, hir'd from some Magician
I'th' shape of an Atturney.

_Beau._ 'Twas he did it.

_Verd._ And his the honour.

_Beau._ I could wish _Dinant_--
But what talk I of one that stept aside,
And durst not come?

_Lam._ I am such a friend to truth,
I cannot hear this: why do you detract
Thus poorly (I should say to others basely)
From one of such approv'd worth?

_Cham._ Ha! how's this?

_Lam._ From one so excellent in all that's noble,
Whose only weakness is excess of courage?
That knows no enemies, that he cannot master,
But his affections, and in them, the worst
His love to me.

_Cham._ To you?

_Lam._ Yes, Sir, to me,
I dare (for what is that which Innocence dares not)
To you profess it: and he shun'd not the Combat
For fear or doubt of these: blush and repent,
That you in thought e're did that wrong to valour.

_Beaup._ Why, this is rare.

_Cham._ 'Fore heaven, exceeding rare;
Why modest Lady, you that sing such Encomiums
Of your first Suiter--

_Verd._ How can ye convince us
In your reports?

_Lam._ With what you cannot answer,
'Twas my command that staid him.

_Cham._ Your command?

_Lam._ Mine, Sir, and had my will rank'd with my power,
And his obedience, I could have sent him
With more ease, weaponless to you, and bound,
Than have kept him back, so well he loves his honour
Beyond his life.

_Cham._ Better, and better still.

_Lam._ I wrought with him in private to divert him
From your assur'd destruction, had he met you.

_Cham._ In private?

_Lam._ Yes, and us'd all Arts, all Charms
Of one that knew her self the absolute Mistris
Of all his faculties.

_Cham._ Gave all rewards too
His service could deserve; did not he take
The measure of my sheets?

_Lam._ Do not look yellow,
I have cause to speak; frowns cannot fright me,
By all my ho