_Fred_. Father.

_Duke_. From whence proceeds the Musicke that I heard?

_Fred_. The beauteous and the famous Curtezan,
Allyed unto the banished _Montano_,
Admir'd _Valentia_, with a troope of youths
This day doth keepe her yeerely festivall
To all her suters, and this way she past
Unto her Arbor, when the Musique plaide.

_Duke_. Admir'd _Valentia_! Curtezans are strange
With us in _Germanie_; except her selfe,
Being a _Venetian_ borne and priviledg'd,
The state allowes none here.

_Fred_. Twere good for _Meath_
She were unpriviledgd and sent to _Venice_.

_Al_. Of all the faces that mine eye beheld
Hers is the brightest.

_Duke_. Is she then so faire?

_Hat_. O beyond all comparison of beautie.

_Fred_. Upon her hand,
Father, I saw the fellow to your glove.

_Duke_. Then let it be restor'd.
What, should a Prince retaine a strumpets glove?--
O ye eternall powers, am I insnar'd
With the affection of a common trull!--
Wheres your commissions, that you would have sign'd?
'Tis time I had a president in _Saxonie_.
Receive our signet, and impresse them straight;
Ile remaine here, in _Meath_, some little time.
Brother, have care my Dukedome be well rul'd;
Here I put over my affaires to you.
My sonne I leave unto the joyes of youth;
Tis pittie that his minde should be opprest
So soone with care of governments.
Goe to your pleasures, seeke your sister foorth,
Send _Constantine_ to us; so leave me all,
I am best accompanied with none at all. [_Exeunt_.
_Manet Duke_.
Either the Plannets, that did meete together
In the grand consultation of my birth,
Were opposite to every good infusion,
Or onely _Venus_ stood as retrograde;
For, but in love of this none-loving trull,
I have beene fortunate even since my birth.
I feele within my breast a searching fire
Which doth ascend the engine of my braine,
And when I seeke by reason to suppresse
The heate it gives, the greaters the excesse.
I loath to looke upon a common lip
Were it as corral as _Aurora's_ cheeke
Died with the faire virmillion [of the] sunne.
O but I love her, and they say she is faire.--
Now _Constantine_.

_Enter Constantine_.

_Con_. Your grace did send for me.

_Duke_. Lend me your habit in exchange of mine,
For I must walk the Citie for a purpose.

_Con_. With all my heart, my habit and my selfe.

_Duke_. In any case, watch at the privie chamber.
If any ask for me say I am not well,
And