All things amisse in them; through whose charm'd mouthes
We may see all the close scapes of the Court.
When the most royall beast of chase, the hart,
Being old, and cunning in his layres and haunts,
Can never be discovered to the bow,
The peece, or hound--yet where, behind some queich,
He breaks his gall, and rutteth with his hinde,
The place is markt, and by his venery
He still is taken. Shall we then attempt
The chiefest meane to that discovery here,
And court our greatest ladies chiefest women
With shewes of love, and liberall promises?
Tis but our breath. If something given in hand
Sharpen their hopes of more, 'twill be well ventur'd.
_Gui._ No doubt of that: and 'tis the cunningst point
Of our devis'd investigation.
_Mons._ I have broken
The yce to it already with the woman
Of your chast lady, and conceive good hope
I shall wade thorow to some wished shore
At our next meeting.
_Mont._ Nay, there's small hope there.
_Gui._ Take say of her, my lord, she comes most fitly.
_Mons._ Starting back?
_Enter Charlot, Anable, Pero._
_Gui._ Y'are ingag'd indeed.
_Annable._ Nay pray, my lord, forbeare.
_Mont._ What, skittish, servant?
_An._ No, my lord, I am not so fit for your service.
_Charlotte._ Nay, pardon me now, my lord; my lady expects me.
_Gui._ Ile satisfie her expectation, as far as an unkle may.
_Mons._ Well said! a spirit of courtship of all
hands. Now, mine owne Pero, hast thou remembred
me for the discovery I entreated thee
to make of thy mistresse? Speak boldly, and be
sure of all things I have sworne to thee.
_Pero._ Building on that assurance (my lord) I
may speak; and much the rather because my
lady hath not trusted me with that I can tell
you; for now I cannot be said to betray her.

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