Duke.  Then she attends our pleasure.

Con.  Mightie Lord, In the next Roome.

Duke.  You are careful, Constantine.  Conduct her in, and, Lords, give mee your thoughts:  What thinke ye wee intend to Valentia?

Alf.  Her selfe hath read my sentence in the speech That Constantine delivered to your grace.

Fred.  What should my noble father thinke But that she is a strumpet, and in that A blemish to the state wherein she lives?

Hat.  She is rich in jewells, and hath store of treasure Got by the slavery of that choice beautie Which otherwise admires her to the world.

Alb.  Confiscate all her goods unto the Crown, Thereby disburdening many heavie taxes Impos’d upon the commons of the land.

Hat.  Publique example make her to all such;
Offences in that kind are growne too common,
Lesse shamelesse never[190] were the beautious dames
Of Meath and Saxony then[191] the sufferance
Hath at this instant made them:  good my Lord,
Enact some mighty penaltie for lust.

Duke.  How wide these Archers shoote of the faire aime Of my affection!  Bring Valentia in.

    Enter Valentia, usher’d by Constantine.

Valen.  The duetie that in generall I doe owe Unto your excellence and to this Court, I pay at once upon my bended knee.

Duke.  Behold her, Princes, with impartiall eyes, And tell me, looks she not exceeding faire?

Hat.  If that her mind coher’d with her faire face, Shee were the worthy wonder of this age.

Alfred.  I never saw a beautie more divine Grossely deform’d by her notorious lust.

Fred.  Fairnesse and wantonnesse have made a match To dwell together, and the worst spoyles both.

Albert.  Shee is doubly excellent in sin and beauty.

Duke.  That they speake truth my conscience speaks,
But that I love her that I speak my self. 
Stand up, divine deformitie of nature,
Beautious corruption, heavenly see[m]ing evill,
What’s excellent in good and bad, stand up;
And in this Chaire, prepared for a Duke,
Sit, my bright Dutchesse, I command thee, sit. 
You looke, I am sure, for some apologie
In this rash action; all that I can say
Is that I love her, and wil marry her.

Fred.  How, love a Lais, a base Rodophe,
Whose body is as common as the sea
In the receipt of every lustfull spring?

Albert.  The elements of which these orbes consists, Fire, ayre, and water, with the ground[192] we tread, Are not more vulgar, common, popular, Then her imbracements.

Alberto.  To incheyne the thoughts
Unto this semblance[193] of lascivious love
Were to be married to the broad rode[194] way
Which doth receiue the impression of every kind.