though it be my sonne, let him not enter.

_Con_. I will.

_Duke_. Be carefull, gentle _Constantine_.
Now, faire _Valentia, Saxon_ to thy bower
Comes like a _Jove_ to raine a golden shower.
[_Exit_.

_Con_. Prosper, kind Lord, what ere the action be;
Counsailes of Princes should be ever free.

[_Exit_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Enter Valentia and Montano_.

_Va_. Torches and Musique there! the room's too darke.

_Mon_. Prethee, Neece,
Abandon this lascivious unchaste life;
It is the onely blemish of our house;
Scandall unto our name; a Curtezan!
O what's more odious in the eares of men?

_Val_. Then why doe men resort to Curtezans,
And the best sort? I scorne inferiour groomes,
Nor will I deign[179] to draw aside my maske
To any meaner then a Noble man.
Come,[180] can you dance? a caper and a kisse:
For every turne Ile fold thee in my armes,
And if thou fal'st, although[181] a-kin we be
That thou maist fall[182] soft, Ile fall under thee.
Oh for the lightnesse of all light heel'd girles,
And I would touch the Ceeling with my lips!
Why art thou sad, _Montano_?

_Mon_. On just cause,
You know I am banish't from my natiue countrey.

_Val_. This citie is _Meath_, thou art of _Saxonie_.

_Mon_. But this belongs unto the _Saxons_ Duke,
By the decease of the departed Bishop.

_Val_. Feare not, thou art as safe within my house
As if perculliz'd in a wall of brasse.
Wheres _Vandermas_?

_Enter Vandermas_.

_Van_. Madam, did you call?

_Mon_. What noble man is that, a sutor to you?

_Val_. An excellent Pander, a rare doore-keeper.[183]

_Mon_. I had thought he had bin a gentleman at least.

_Val_. Because of his attire?

_Mon_. True.

_Val_. O the attire
In these corrupted daies is no true signe
To shew the gentleman; peasants now weare robes,
In the habilments of noblemen.
The world's grown naught, such judgement then is base,
For Hares and Asses weare the lion's case.[184]

_Mon_. 'Tis very costly and exceeding rich.

_Val_. Ritches to me are like trash to the poore,
I have them in abundance; gold's my slave,
I keep him prisoner in a three-fold chest
And yet his kindred daily visit me.

_Mon_. Lord, how diligent
Is this rich clothed fellow.

_Val_. Were he proud
And should but dare to stand still when I call,
I'de run him th[o]rough with a killing frowne.

_Mon_. Why then belike his service is fo