ught her coming from him! she's designing
    His escape, and for aught I know, her love
    To him may put other thoughts into her head.

    +Duke.+ What d'ye mean?

    +Ort.+                  She may design your life;
    A woman that is ill, exceeds a man
    In mischief.

    +Duke.+         My lord, I thank your care. If you
    Can track her farther, pray let me know; in the
    Meantime I shall prevent her ill intentions.

    +Ort.+ My diligence shall not be wanting. So,
    Since I can have no love, revenge shall be
    My mistress.                                    [_Aside.      Exit._

    +Duke.+         O Amphelia! why dost
    Thou take such pains to break my heart, when 'tis
    So easily done? She needs not secretly
    Contrive my death, since half a word from her
    Commands my life: her face and heart (sure) can
    Not be akin; nature mistook, or else
    She was to blame to give one woman two
    So great extremes.

                           _Enter +Arbatus+._

    See, here comes the brother
    To wronged Artabella: th' horror of
    That sin grows bigger in me,
    That I with a deluding love should fool
    An innocent, to show an outward scorn
    To false Amphelia; for when I heard
    She lov'd
    Ortellus, I straight made love to this young
    Woman, and brought her from her own country,
    Only to make Amphelia think I lov'd
    Another.

    +Arb.+      I hope I don't disturb your highness.

    +Duke.+ No, Arbatus, you are always welcome
    To me.

    +Arb.+   Sir, I should ask you a question.

    +Duke.+ You freely may.

    +Arb.+ Not but
    I think my sister far unworthy, either
    In birth or fortune, to be call'd your wife;
    Yet since you have been pleas'd to grace her with
    Your love so far, as saying she shall be your
    Duchess, be pleas'd to tell me why it is
    Not so? she has been here so long, that people
    Now begin to say you mean her for your mistress;
    Should my ears meet that sound from any tongue,
    I'd----

    +Duke.+     Hold, Arbatu