Madame, what meane you, to reveale our love?

_Mon_. This is a very stubborne Gentleman.
A Gentleman? a pesant! _Saxonie_,
Affords not one more base.

_Con_. He does me wrong,
That termes me meaner then a gentleman.

_Mon_. I tearme thee so.

_Euph_. Why, how now, Lord _Montano_?
You do forget your oath.

_Mont_. And you your selfe,
Your Princely father, and the Dukedomes honour,
To chaine your liking to a groome so base.

_Con_. He lies that calles me groome.

_Enter Julia_.

_Ju_. O God, forbeare:
His Excellence your father's comming hither.

_Mon_. He comes in happie time, to know the cause
Why such great Princes have bin made your scorne.

_Euph_. What, will you tell him?

_Mon_. Will I? let me die
Contemn'd of heaven, in publique obloquie,
If I reveale not this lascivious course.

_Ju_. We are undone.

_Con_. Hence with this prating Maide.
If thou hast any anger in thy brest
Towards this Lady, turne it all on me.
She is a woman, timerous by her kinde;
I, man-like borne, and beare a man-like minde.

_Mon_. Ile trie your courage. [_Draw_.[164]

_Euph_. As thou fear'st my frowne,
As thou hast hope to thrive in thy new choice,
As thou respect'st the favour of the gods,
Welfare in any action thou intends,
Doe not reveale unto my fretfull father
This humble choice that my high birth hath made.

_Mon_. Why, then forsweare him.

_Euph_. Sooner set thy feet
Upon my breast, and tread me to the ground.

_Ju_. As thou art any thing more then a beast,
Doe not procure my Ladie such disgrace.

_Mon_. Peace, bawde, Ile have no conference with you.

_Euph_. He cannot hurt me, 'tis my Love I feare.
Although my father be as sterne as warre,
Inexorable like consuming fire,
As jealous of his honour as his crowne,
To me his anger is like _Zephires_ breath
Cast on a banke of sommer violets,
But to my Love like whirlewinde to a boate
Taken in midst of a tumultuous sea.

_Enter Duke of Saxonie and Fredericke_.

Alas, he comes! Montano, prethee, peace.
Courage, sweete Love.

_Con_. I see our love must cease.

_Euph_. Not if my wit can helpe; it shall goe hard
But Ile prevent the traitor.

_Mon_. Heare me, my Lord.

_Euph_. Heare me, my gracious father.

_Mon_. Heare me, my liege: ther's treason in your Court,
I have found a peasant in the Princesse closet;
And this is he that steales away her honour.

_Euph_. This villaine, gracious father, 'tis that seekes
To rob me of mine ho