[_Exit_.

_Kath_. He will not heare nor (too unkind) looke backe.

_Payn_. But, Madam, spight his heart you shall see this.

_Kath_. Give me his picture. Image far more kind
Then is the substance whence thou art deriv'd,
Which way soever I divert my selfe
Thou seemst to follow with a loving eye.
Thee will I therefore hold within my armes
As some small comfort to increasing harmes.

_Enter Ferd_.

_Ferd_.--What meanes my second selfe by this long stay?
I cannot rest till I be certified
What good or bad successe my suite returnes.
But he is gone, and in faire _Katharines_ hand
I see his picture. What may this pretend?

_Kath_. Thou hast done well indeed, in every part
Thou shewst complete and cunning workmanship;
His eye, his lip, his cheeke are rightly fram'd,
But one thing thou hast grossly over-slipt:
Where is his stubborne unrelenting heart
That lurkes in secret as his master doth,
Disdayning to regard or pity me.

_Payn_. Madam, his heart must be imagined
By the description of the outward parts.

_Kath_. O no, for then it would be tractable,
Mild and applausive as the others be.

_Ferd_. No Prince but _Pembrooke_ dwels in _Katharines_ eye.

[_Kath_] Whose that disturbs our pleasing solitude?

_Ferd_. Know you not me? my name is _Ferdinand_,
Whose faithfull love Lord _Pembrooke_ late commenct.

_Kath_. Speake then for _Pembrooke_ as he did for you
Or els your bootlesse suite will soon be cold.

_Ferd_. Why he was Orator in my behalfe.
If I should speake for him, as he for me,
Then should I breathe forth passions[117] not mine owne.--
I, I, tis so; the villaine in my name
Hath purchas'd her affection for himselfe,
And therefore was he absent from the feast,
And therefore shuns my sight and leaves behind
This counterfet to keep him still in mind.
Tis so, tis so; base Traytor, for this wronge
My sword shall cut out thy perfidious toung. [_Exit_.

_Enter Bowyer_.

_Bow_. I have runne till I sweat, sweat till my shirt cleaves to my
backe, cryed till I am hoarse, and am hoarse till I cannot cry; and
yet he will not come backe.

_Kath_. No matter, fellow, I have here a pledge
Which I will zealously devote me to.--
There's thy reward: withdraw, my father comes.

[_Exit Painter_.

_Enter Lewes_.

_Lew_. Where are these Lords? the one hath sate with me
And suddenly is risen from the boord,
The other cam