Yet
nevertheless, I am acquainted with a learned Phisitian that
will do any thing for thee at my request. To him will I
resort, and enquire his judgement, as concerning the recovery
of so excellent a sense.

EM.
Oh Lord Sir: and of all things I cannot abide Phisicke, the
very name thereof to me is odious.

VALINGFORD.
No? not the thing will do thee so much good? Sweet Em, hether
I cam to parley of love, hoping to have found thee in thy
woonted prosperity; and have the gods so unmercifully thwarted
my expectation, by dealing so sinisterly with thee, sweet Em?

EM.
Good sir, no more, it fits not me
To have respect to such vain fantasies
As idle love presents my ears withall.
More reason I should ghostly give my self
To sacred prayers for this my former sin,
For which this plague is justly fallen upon me,
Then to harken to the vanities of love.

VALINGFORD.
Yet, sweet Em,
Accept this jewell at my hand, which I
Bestowe on thee in token of my love.

EM.
A jewell, sir! what pleasure can I have
In jewels, treasure, or any worldly thing
That want my sight that should deserne thereof?
Ah, sir, I must leave you:
The pain of mine eyes is so extreme,
I cannot long stay in a place. I take my leave.

[Exit Em.]

VALINGFORD.
Zounds, what a cross is this to my conceit! But, Valingford,
search the depth of this devise. Why may not this be fained
subteltie, by Mountneys invention, to the intent that I
seeing such occasion should leave off my suit and not any
more persist to solicit her of love? I'll try the event; if
I can by any means perceive the effect of this deceit to be
procured by his means, friend Mountney, the one of us is like
to repent our bargain.

[Exit.]

ACT III.

SCENE I. The Danish Court.

[Enter Mariana and Marques Lubeck.]

LUBECK.
Lady,
Since that occasion, forward in our good,
Presenteth place and opportunity,
Let me intreat your woonted kind consent
And friendly furtherance in a suit I have.

MARIANA.
My Lord, you know you need not to intreat,
But may command Mariana to her power,
Be it no impeachment to my honest fame.

LUBECK.
Free are my thoughts from such base villainy
As may in q