Lent.  Now, gentle Tulley, advocate my suite; Her fore-amazing person makes me mute.

Cicero.  He beare these Ladies company if they Shall deeme acceptance. [Exit.

Teren.  With interest of thankes to Cicero.

Flav.  Faith, I like not this ods of female, an equallitie were better:  yet of both twere fitter the woman should undergoe the oddes.  I had rather a said three men to one woman, then two women to one man.  Heeres Tulley addrest to Terentia, Terentia drawing neere to Tulley; her’s smal comfot [sic] left for Flavia.  Wel, gentles, ile leave ye to the Goddesse.  So ho! my Lords, take me with ye.

Teren.  Nay stay, good Flavia.  Youle not loose the sight of Lentulus.

Fla.  Nor you of Tulley; come, if you tel, ile blab.

Cice.  But, sweete Lady, Tulley is not heere.

Fla.  But Cicero is, his neere friend, thats as good.

Cice.  He was, Lady, till hee changed his habit by putting on the office of an unskillful Servingman, intending to garde Terentia to her father’s house.

Fla.  Then Flavia must gard her self; wel use good words and good action, and stalke well before your Ladie; she’s kinde, yfaith, and a little thing will please her.

Ter.  Will it please Flavia to partake?

Fla.  Oh fye! twere an injurie I could [not] brook myself, therefore ile leave ye; but be breefe, stand not on pointes, cut them all first; & if ye fall to kissing, kisse not too long for feare ye kisse the post.

Teren.  Goe to, youle still be a wagge, Flavia.  But what saies Tulley to Terentia?

[Exit[250] Flavia.

Cicero.  Lady I must maintain my former argument. Tullie’s not heere but heere is Tullies friend; For, ere I speake, I must intreate you wil Transforme poore Tulley into Lentulus.

Teren.  I have no power of Metamorphosing; If Tulley be not heere, you must concede,[251] I cannot make of Tulley Lentulus.

Cice.  Nor can the world make Cicero so worthy. 
Yet for an houre[’s] discourse a Pesant’s shape
May represent the person of a king;
Then in the person of the great Lentulus
I doe salute Sunne-bright Terentia. 
Lady, vouchsafe a Saint-like smile on him
(From that angell forme) whose honord minde
Lies prostrate lowly at Terentia’s feete;
Who hath put off a Golden victors honour
And left the Parthyan spoyle to Lepido;
Whome many Ladies have bedecked with favours
Of rich esteeme, oh proud he deignd to weare them,
Yet guiftes and givers hee did slight esteeme;
For why? the purpose of his thoughts were bent