nown!

    +Samp.+ Or unsuspected, as the duke's instruments dealt it;
    And the young Henrique being in those parts
    With our king's brother for sport, casually (as 'twas plotted)
    Visits her house, falls in love, and marries her. This
    Is the epitome.

    +Pir.+ I hope the Duke Bereo had no dull hand in't.

    +Samp.+ 'Tis thought (only by me, sir,) [he] keeps his
    Acquaintance to this day.

    + Pir.+ It must be fatally answer'd somewhere;
    Heaven has a justice.

    +Samp.+ The preparation makes huge noise.

    +Pir.+ 'Tis well the king's a guest; their triumph
    Might miscarry else.

    +Samp.+ The king gives her in church. Methinks
    The Count de Flame must needs be all a-flame at it:
    And I believe, sir, your affront bleeds freshly in him.

    +Pir.+ It must be put to an account somewhere.

    +Samp.+ To return his challenge and honour with such a scorn
    Must work such a spirit to high extremes.

    +Pir.+ The saddest story is his sister.

    +Samp.+ A rose new-blown, and flung aside to wither in
    Her sweets! Poor innocence! that has much chang'd
    My opinion of Dessandro.

    +Pir.+ His resolution and ambition are like vast trees,
    Whose spreading tops hide their own roots
    From the kind sun.

    +Samp.+ Let out unto so vast a pride, as shades all his natural
    Virtues, or makes 'em grow up rank and sour.
    The event will tell us all.

    +Pir.+ I wish it without blood. Your lordship's for the solemnity?

    +Samp.+ My attendance ties me to his majesty's person.

    +Pir.+ My best wishes to your lordship.                   [_Exeunt._

FOOTNOTES:

[26] [The common saying is, "There are more ways to the wood than one."]

[27] [Plaintiff and defendant.]

[28] [Old copy, _kept_.]




ACTUS QUARTUS, SCENA PRIMA.


                             _Loud Music._

    _Enter the +King+, +Cardinal+, +Duke+, +Duchess+, +Dessandro+,
        +De Castro+, +Sampayo+, ladies bearing up her train,
        voices, lutes: they pass over._

                 _Manent +De Loo