_Du._ This must be prevented, And suddenly, and warily.
_Bur._ 'Tis time, Sir, But what to minister, or how?
_Du._ Go in with me, And there we'll think upon't: such blows as these, Equal defences ask, else they displease. [_Exeunt._
_Pet._ Lord, what a coil has here been with these Souldiers! They are cruel fellows.
_Wom._ And yet methought we found 'em Handsome enough; I'll tell thee true, _Petesca_, I lookt for other manner of dealings from 'em, And had prepar'd my self; but where's my Lady?
_Pet._ In her old dumps within: monstrous melancholy; Sure she was mad of this Wench.
_Wom._ And she had been a man, She would have been a great deal madder, I am glad she is shifted.
_Pet._ 'Twas a wicked thing for me to betray her, And yet I must confess she stood in our lights.
_Alin._ Good morrow beauteous Gentlewomen: 'Pray ye is the Princess stirring yet?
_Pet._ Her very tongue, and tone too: her youth upon him.
_Alin._ I guess ye to be the Princess Women.
_Alin._ Pray is there not a Gentlewoman waiting on her Grace, Ye call _Alinda_?
_Wom._ I have heard her tell my Lady of a Brother, An only Brother that she had: in travel--
_Pet._ 'Mass, I remember that: this may be he too: I would this thing would serve her.
_Wom._ So would I Wench, We should love him better sure: Sir, here's the Princess, She best can satisfie ye.
_Alin._ How I love that presence! O blessed Eyes, how nobly shine your comforts!
_Wom._ We know not, Madam: He ask'd us for your Grace: and as we guess it, He is _Alinda_'s Brother.
_Olym._ Ha! let me mark him: My grief has almost blinded me: her Brother? By _Venus_, he has all her sweetness upon him: Two silver drops of dew were never liker.
_Alin._ Being my happiness to pass by this way, And having as I understand by Letters, A Sister in your vertuous service, Madam--
_Alin._ All the comfort My poor youth has, all that my hopes have built me, I thought it my first duty, my best service, Here to arrive first, humbly to thank your Grace For my poor Sister, humbly to thank your Nobleness, That bounteous Goodness in ye.
_Alin._ That spring of favour to her; with my life, Madam, If any such most happy means might meet me, To shew my thankfulness.
_Alin._ She came a stranger to your Grace, no Courtier; Nor of that curious breed befits your service, Yet one I dare assure my Soul, that lov'd ye Before she saw ye; doted on your Vertues; Before she knew those fair eyes, long'd to read 'em, You only had her prayers, you her wishes; And that one hope to be yours once, preserv'd her.