Part 11 (1/2)

_Pr._ I'll keep it for ye; when?

_Cle._ To morrow morning I'll visit ye again; and when occasion Offers it self--

_Pr._ Instruct me, and have at ye.

_Cle._ Farewel till then; be sure.

_Pri._ As your own thoughts, Lady.

_Cle._ 'Tis a main work, and full of fear. [_Exit Cle._

_Pri._ Fools only Make their effects seem fearful, farewell daughter.

This gold was well got for my old tuff Souldier, Now I shall be his sweet again; what business Is this she has a foot? some l.u.s.ty lover Beyond her line, the young Wench would fain piddle, A little to revive her must be thought of, 'Tis even so, she must have it; but how by my means, A Devil, can she drive it? I that wait still Before the G.o.ddess, giving Oracle, How can I profit her? 'tis her own project, And if she cast it false, her own fault be it. [_Exit_ Priest.

_Enter_ Polydore, Eumenes, _Captains_, Stremon.

_Pol._ Why, this is utter madness.

_Eum._ Thus it is, Sir.

_Pol._ Only the Princess sight?

_1 Cap._ All we can judge at.

_Pol._ This must be lookt to timely.

_Eum._ Yes, and wisely.

_Pol._ He does not offer at his life?

_Eum._ Not yet, Sir, That we can hear of.

_Pol._ n.o.ble Gentlemen, Let me entreat your watches over him, Ye cannot do a worthier work.

_2 Cap._ We came, Sir, Provided for that service.

_Pol._ Where is _Chilax_?

_Strem._ A little busie, Sir.

_Pol._ Is the Fool and Boy here?

_Strem._ They are, Sir.

_Enter_ Memnon.

_Pol._ Let 'em be still so; and as they find his humours.

_Eumen._ Now ye may behold him.