for your lewd brains too, to cool ye,
For all, for every one.

_All_.

We are all your Servants.

_Die_.

All, all for any thing, from this day forward
I'le hate all Breakfasts, and depend on dinners.

_Jam_.

I am glad you come off fair.

_Lea_.

The fair has blest me.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA III.

_Enter_ Octavi[o], Jacinta, [Ascanio].

_Oct_.

This is the place, but why we are appointed
By _Don Jamie_ to stay here, is a depth
I cannot sound.

_Asc_.

Believ't he is too noble
To purpose any thing but for our good.
Had I assurance of a thousand lives,
And with them perpetuitie of pleasure,
And should lose all, if he prov'd only false,
Yet I durst run the hazard.

_Jac_.

'Tis our comfort,
We cannot be more wretched than we are,
And death concludes all misery.

_Oct_.

Undiscovered

_Enter_ Henrique, Jamie.

We must attend him.

_Asc_.

Our stay is not long.
With him _Don Henrique_?

_Jac_.

Now I fear;
Be silent.

_Hen_.

Why dost thou follow me?

_Jam_.

To save your life,
A plot is laid for't, all my wrongs forgot,
I have a Brothers Love.

_Hen_.

But thy false self
I fear no enemy.

_Jam_.

You have no friend,
But what breathes in me: If you move a step
Beyond this ground you tread on, you are lost.

_Hen_.

'Tis by thy practice then: I am sent hither
To meet her, that prefers my life and safetie
Before her own.

_Jam_.

That you should be abus'd thus
With weak credulitie! She for whose sake
You have forgot we had one noble Father,
Or that one Mother bare us, for whose love
You brake a contract to which heaven was witness,
To satisfie whose pride and wilfull humour
You have expos'd a sweet and hopefull Son
To all the miseries that want can bring him,
And such a Son, though you are most obdurate,
To give whom entertainment Savages
Would quit their Caves themselves, to keep him from
Bleak cold and hunger: This dissembling woman,
This Idol, whom you worship, all your love
And service trod under her feet, designs you
To fill a grave, or dead to lye a prey