Bastards riots: send my Clothes and Jewels,
To your old acquaintance, your dear dame his Mother.
Now you begin to melt, I know 'twill follow.

_Hen_.

Is all I doe misconstru'd?

_Viol_.

I will take
A course to right my self, a speeding one:
By the bless'd Saints, I will; if I prove cruel,
The shame to see thy foolish pity, taught me
To lose my natural softness, keep off from me,
Thy flatteries are infectious, and I'le flee thee
As I would doe a Leper.

_Hen_.

Let not fury
Transport you so: you know I am your Creature,
All love, but to your self, with him, hath left me.
I'le joyn with you in any thing.

_Viol_.

In vain,
I'le take mine own waies, and will have no partners.

_Hen_.

I will not cross you.

_Viol_.

Do not, they shall find
That to a Woman of her hopes beguil'd
A Viper trod on, or an Aspick's mild.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA II.

_Enter_ Lopez, Milanes, Arsenio.

_Lop_.

Sits the game there? I have you by mine order,
I love _Leandro_ for't.

_Mil_.

But you must shew it
In lending him your help, to gain him means
And opportunity.

_Lop_.

He shall want nothing,
I know my Advocate to a hair, and what
Will fetch him from his Prayers, if he use any,
I am honyed with the project: I would have him horn'd
For a most precious Beast.

_Ars_.

But you lose time.

_Lop_.

I am gone, instruct you _Diego_, you will find him
A sharp and subtle Knave, give him but hints
And he will amplifie. See all things ready,
I'le fetch him with a vengeance--

[_Exit_.

_Ars_.

If he fail now,
We'll give him over too.

_Mil_.

Tush, he is flesh'd.
And knows what vein to strike for his own credit.

_Ars_.

All things are ready.

_Mil_.

Then we shall have a merry Scene, ne're fear it.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA III.

_Enter_ Amaranta, _with a note, and_ Moor.

_Amar_.

Is thy Master gone out?

_Moor_.

Even now, the Curate fetch'd him,
About a serious business as it seem'd,
For he snatch'd up his Cloak