it was the Princess sent?
It may be some foul train to catch your life.

_Phi_. I do not think it Gentlemen: she's noble,
Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red
And white friends in her face may steal my soul out:
There's all the danger in't: but be what may,
Her single name hath arm'd me.

[_Ex_. Phil.

_Di_. Go on:
And be as truly happy as thou art fearless:
Come Gentlemen, let's make our friends acquainted,
Lest the King prove false.

[_Ex. Gentlemen_.

_Enter_ Arethusa _and a_ Lady.

_Are_. Comes he not?

_La_. Madam?

_Are_. Will _Philaster_ come?

_La_. Dear Madam, you were wont
To credit me at first.

_Are_. But didst thou tell me so?
I am forgetful, and my womans strength
Is so o'recharg'd with danger like to grow
About my Marriage that these under-things
Dare not abide in such a troubled sea:
How look't he, when he told thee he would come?

_La_. Why, well.

_Are_. And not a little fearful?

_La_. Fear Madam? sure he knows not what it is.

_Are_. You are all of his Faction; the whole Court
Is bold in praise of him, whilst I
May live neglected: and do noble things,
As fools in strife throw gold into the Sea,
Drown'd in the doing: but I know he fears.

_La_. Fear? Madam (me thought) his looks hid more
Of love than fear.

_Are_. Of love? To whom? to you?
Did you deliver those plain words I sent,
With such a winning gesture, and quick look
That you have caught him?

_La_. Madam, I mean to you.

_Are_. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance
Lets thee not see the crosses of our births:
Nature, that loves not to be questioned
Why she did this, or that, but has her ends,
And knows she does well; never gave the world
Two things so opposite, so contrary,
As he and I am: If a bowl of blood
Drawn from this arm of mine, would poyson thee,