Mon.  Lord, how diligent Is this rich clothed fellow.

Val.  Were he proud And should but dare to stand still when I call, I’de run him th[o]rough with a killing frowne.

Mon.  Why then belike his service is for love.

Val.  Why so are all the servants that attend mee. 
They keepe themselves in satin, velvets, gold,
At their owne charges, and are diligent
Daies, moneths, and yeeres, to gaine an amorous smile. 
Looke on my face with an indifferent eye,
And thou shalt finde more musicke in my lookes
Then in Amphions Lute or Orpheus Harpe;
Mine eye consists of numbers like the soule,
And if there be a soule tis in mine ey;
For, of the harmony these bright starres make,
I comprehend the formes of all the world;
The story of the Syrens in my voyce
I onely verified, for Millions stand
Inchanted when I speake, and catch my words
As they were orient pearle to adorn their eares;
Circe is but a fable, I transforme
The vertuous, valiant, and the most precise,
Into what forme of minde my fancie please. 
Thou might’st bee proud, great Lord, of my abundance,
For in this beautie I shall more renowne
Our noble progenie then all the pennes
Of the best Poets that ere writ of men. 
Unto your health a health! let Musique sound, [Musick. 
That what I taste in Musique may be drown’d. 
So fill more wine, we use to drinke up all;
Wine makes good blood and cheeres the heart withal.

Van.  Madam, at such time as I heard you call, A gentleman, it seemes of good discent, Humblie did crave accesse unto your honor.

Valen.  What did he give?

Van.  A brace of bags of gold.

Valen.  He shall have libertie to enter straight. 
But first inrich the chamber with perfumes;
Burne choice Arabian Drugs more deare then
Waters distil’d out of the spirit of Flowers;
And spread our costly Arras to the eye. 
Myself sufficiently doe shine in jems;
Where such faire coated Heraulds doe proceed,
It seemes he is honorable and of noble fame.

Mon.  Shall I behold this sutor?

Valen.  At the full,
At pleasure passe through every spacious Roome. 
Be he a Prince, Ile know his high discent
Or proudly scorne to give him his content. 
What drum is that?

Van.  A Maske, sent by a friend.

Valen.  Belike our self must know the mysterie;
Tell them we are prepar’d to see the Maske,
And bid the other noblemen come neere. 
Thus am I hourely visited by friends;
Beautie’s a counsellor that wants no fee. 
They talke of circles and of powerfull spells,
Heeres heavenly art that all blacke art excells.

Mon.  Ile walke into the farther gallery.

Enter Duke.

Valen.  Sir, you are welcome what so ere you be; I guesse your birth great by your bounteous fee.