, go you and prepare them;
And _Philibert_, thou shalt along with me;
I'll have thy Judgment too.

_Clo._ Good Heaven, how false he is! [Aside.

_Lor._ What time will your Highness come?

_Fred._ Two Hours hence. [Ex. _Fred._

_Lor._ So then I shall have time to have a bout
With this jilting Huswife _Isabella_,
For my Fingers itch to be at her. [Aside. [Ex. _Lorenzo_.

_Clo._ Not know me yet? cannot this Face inform him?
My Sighs, nor Eyes, my Accent, nor my Tale?
Had he one thought of me, he must have found me out.
--Yes, yes, 'tis certain I am miserable;
He's going now to see some fresher Beauties,
And I, he says, must be a witness of it;
This gives me Wounds, painful as those of Love:
Some Women now would find a thousand Plots
From so much Grief as I have, but I'm dull;
Yet I'll to _Laura_, and advise with her,
Where I will tell her such a heavy Tale,
As shall oblige her to a kind concern:
--This may do; I'll tell her of this Thought,
This is the first of Art I ever thought on;
And if this proves a fruitless Remedy,
The next, I need not study, how to die.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. A Street.

Enter _Lorenzo_, meets _Guilliam_, who passes by him, and takes
no notice of him.

_Lor._ How now, Manners a few?

_Guil._ I cry you heartily, Sir, I did not see you.

_Lor._ Well, Sirrah, the News.

_Guil._ Sir, the Gentlewoman whom you sent me to says That she'll meet
you here.

_Lor._ That's well, thou mayst come to be a States-man In time, thou art
a fellow of so quick dispatch: But hark ye, Sirrah, there are a few
Lessons I must learn you, Concerning Offices of this nature; But another
time for that: but--
[Whispers.

Enter _Isabella_, and _Antonio's Valet_.

_Isab._ Here he is; and prithee, when thou seest him in My Chamber, go
and tell my Lord, Under pretence of the care you have of the Honour of
his House.

_Val._ I warrant you, let me alone for a Tale, And a Lye at the end
on't; which shall not over-much Incense him, nor yet make him neglect
coming.
[Ex. _Val._

_Lor._ Oh, are you there, Mistress? what have you now To say for your
last Night's Roguery? Are not you a Baggage? confess.

_Isab._ You have a mind to lose your opportunity again, As you did last
Night, have ye not? Pray God your own Shadow scare you not, As it did
then; and you will possibly believe No body meant you harm then, nor
now.

_Lor._ Ar