Mon.  Why, then forsweare him.

Euph.  Sooner set thy feet Upon my breast, and tread me to the ground.

Ju.  As thou art any thing more then a beast, Doe not procure my Ladie such disgrace.

Mon.  Peace, bawde, Ile have no conference with you.

Euph.  He cannot hurt me, ’tis my Love I feare. 
Although my father be as sterne as warre,
Inexorable like consuming fire,
As jealous of his honour as his crowne,
To me his anger is like Zephires breath
Cast on a banke of sommer violets,
But to my Love like whirlewinde to a boate
Taken in midst of a tumultuous sea.

    Enter Duke of Saxonie and Fredericke.

Alas, he comes!  Montano, prethee, peace. 
Courage, sweete Love.

Con.  I see our love must cease.

Euph.  Not if my wit can helpe; it shall goe hard But Ile prevent the traitor.

Mon.  Heare me, my Lord.

Euph.  Heare me, my gracious father.

Mon.  Heare me, my liege:  ther’s treason in your Court, I have found a peasant in the Princesse closet; And this is he that steales away her honour.

Euph.  This villaine, gracious father, ’tis that seekes To rob me of mine honor, you your daughter.

Mon.  Now, as you are a right heroike Prince, Be deafe unto your daughters faire[165] words.

Euph.  Be deafe to him, as you regard your selfe.

Duke.  What strange confusion’s this that cloyes our hearing?

Fred.  Speake, beauteous sister, who hath done thee wrong?

Mon.  Her self.

Euph.  This traitor.

Fre.  Lord Montano?

Euph.  Hee.

Fred.  Villaine, thou dyest.

Mon.  Stay, she meanes Constantine,
He that I found infolded in her closet,
Reaping the honour which a thousand Lords
Have fail’d in seeking in a lawful course.

Con.  He does me wrong, my gracious soveraigne.

Ju.  He wrongs my Ladie, an’t please your grace.

Mon.  Ile tell the trueth.

Euph.  Or rather let me tell it.

Mon.  Lacivious love is ever full of sleights.

Euph.  Villaines, that seeke by treason their desires, Want no suggestion to beguile a trueth.

Mon.  I say, I found this peasant in her closet Kissing, imbracing, and dishonouring her.

Euph.  I say, an’t please your gracious Excellence,
I found this Gentleman within my closet,
There set by subornation of this Lord,
And here appointed to dishonor me. 
Speake, is’t not true?

Con.  True, if it please your grace.

Duke.  What say you, strumpet?

Ju.  Since my Ladie saies so, I say and’t please your Excellence—­