_Duke_. You are the elected, speake for the Court.--
Stay, Lord _Alberto_, we usurpe your office:
Who had the charge to fetch _Valentia_?

_Con_. I, gracious Lord; and when I gave the charge,
A sudden feare, by palenesse, was displai'd
Upon her rosie cheeke; the crimson blood,
That like a robe of state did beautifie
The goodly buildings with a two fold grace,
From either side shrunke downewards to her heart
As if those summons were an adversarie
And had some mighty crime to charge her with.
Millions of thoughts were crowded in her braines:
Her troubled minde her abrupt words describ'd;
She did accuse her selfe without accusers,
And in the terrour of a soule perplext
Cry'd out, 'the Duke intends to cease my goods
Cause I am noted for a Concubine.'
I did replie such comfort as beseemes,
But comfortlesse I brought her to the Court.

_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 d