Am.

     ’Pray come nearer.

     Lean.

     Yes forsooth.

     Bar.

     ’Prethee observe these men:  just as they stand here,
     And see this Lady do not alter ’em,
     And be not partial, Pupil.

Lean.

No indeed Sir.

Bar.

Let her not move a pawn, I’le come back presently,
Nay you shall know I am a Conquerour. 
Have an eye Pupil—­

[Exit.

Am.

Can ye play at Chess Sir?

Lean.

A little, Lady.

Am.

     But you cannot tell me
     How to avoid this Mate, and win the Game too;
     H’as noble eyes:  ye dare not friend me so far.

     Lean.

     I dare do any thing that’s in mans power Lady,
     To be a friend to such a noble beauty.

     Am.

     This is no Lawyers language:  I pray ye tell me,
     Whither may I remove, Ye see I am set round,
     To avoid my husband?

     Lean.

     I shall tell ye happily,
     But happily you will not be instructed.

     Am.

     Yes, and thank ye too, shall I move this man?

     Lean.

     Those are unseemly:  move one can serve ye,
     Can honour ye, can love ye.

     Am.

     ’Pray ye tell quickly,
     He will return, and then.

     Lean.

     I’le tell ye instantly,
     Move me, and I will move any way to serve ye,
     Move your heart this way, Lady.

     Am.

     How?

     Lean.

     ’Pray ye hear me. 
     Behold the sport of love, when he is imperious,
     Behold the slave of love.

     Am.

     Move my Queen this way? 
     Sure, he’s some worthy man:  then if he hedge me,
     Or here to open him.

     Lean.

     Do but behold me,
     If there be pity in you, do but view me,
     But view the misery I have undertaken
     For you, the povertie.

     Am.

     He will come presently. 
     Now play your best Sir, though I lose this Rook here,
     Yet I get libertie.

     Lean.

     I’le seise your fair hand,
     And warm it with a hundred, hundred kisses. 
     The God of love warm your desires but equal,
     That shall play my game now.

     Am.

     What do you mean Sir? 
     Why do you stop me?

     Lean.

     That ye may intend me. 
     The time has blest us both:  love bids us use it. 
     I am a Gentleman nobly descended,
     Young to invite your love, rich to maintain it. 
     I bring a whole heart to ye, thus I give it,
     And to those burning altars thus I offer,
     And thus, divine lips, where perpetual Spring grows—­