Volume Iii Part 97 (1/2)

Set _Galatea's_ Charms before your Eyes, Think of the Glory to divide a Kingdom; And do not waste your n.o.ble Youth and Time Upon a peevish Heart you cannot gain.

This day you must to th'Camp, and in your absence I'll take upon me what I scorn'd last night, The Office of a Spy-- Believe me, Sir, for by the G.o.ds I swear, I never wish'd the glory of a Conquest With half that zeal as to compose these differences.

_Alcip_. I do believe thee, and will tell thee something That past between the Prince and I last night; And then thou wilt conclude me truly miserable.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENE II. _The Palace_.

_Enter_ Falatius, Labree, _as pa.s.sing by they meet_ Cleontius.

_Cle_. Your Servant, my Lord.

--So coldly, stay--your reason, Sir.

[Fal. _puts off his Hat a little, and pa.s.ses on_.

_Fal_. How mean you, Sir?

_Cle_. Do you not know me?

_Fal_. Yes, I have seen you, and think you are _Cleontius_, A Servant of the Prince's; wert i'th' Campania too, If I mistake not.

_Cle_. Can you recal me by no better instances?

_Fal_. What need of any, pray?

_Cle_. I am a Gentleman.

_Fal_. Ha, _Labree_, what means he now?

By _Jove_, I do not question it, _Cleontius_: What need this odd Punctilio?

I call thee to no account.

_Cle_. That's more than I can say to you, Sir.

_Fal_. I'll excuse you for that.

_Cle_. But shall not need, Sir; stay, I have a Sister.

_Fal_. Oh, the Devil, now he begins.

_Cle_. A handsome Sister too, or you deceiv'd her.

_Lab_. Bear up, Sir, be not huft. [_Aside_.

_Fal_. It may be so, but is she kind, _Cleontius_?

[Fal. _bears up_.