rt with him?

_Aur._ I care not.

_Ben._ Well, sir, since you are so peremptory, remember I have offered
you satisfaction, and so long my conscience is at ease. What a devil,
before I'll offer myself twice to be beaten, by any master in
Christendom, I'll starve, and that is my resolution; and so your
servant that was, sir. [_Exit._

_Aur._ I am glad I am rid of him; he was my evil genius, and was
always appearing to me, to blast my undertakings: Let me send him
never so far off, the devil would be sure to put him in my way, when I
had any thing to execute. Come, Camillo, now we have changed the dice,
it may be we shall have better fortune. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.

_Enter the Duke of Mantua in masquerade,_ FREDERICK, VALERIO, _and
others. On the other side, enter_ LUCRETIA, HIPPOLITA, _and_
ASCANIO.

_Luc._ [_To_ ASCA.] The prince I know already, by your description of
his masking habit; but, which is the duke, his father?

_Asca._ He whom you see talking with the prince, and looking this way.
I believe he has observed us.

_Luc._ If he has not, I am resolved we'll make ourselves as remarkable
as we can: I'll exercise my talent of dancing.

_Hip._ And I mine of singing.

_Duke._ [_To_ FRED.] Do you know the company which came in last?

_Fred._ I cannot possibly imagine who they are.--At least I will not
tell you. [_Aside._

_Duke._ There's something very uncommon in the air of one of them.

_Fred._ Please you, sir, I'll discourse with her, and see if I can
satisfy your highness.

_Duke._ Stay, there's a dance beginning, and she seems as if she would
make one.

SONG AND DANCE.

_Long betwixt love and fear Phyllis, tormented,
Shunned her own wish, yet at last she consented:
But loth that day should her blushes discover,
Come, gentle night, she said,
Come quickly to my aid,
And a poor shamefaced maid
Hide from her lover._

_Now cold as ice I am, now hot as fire,
I dare not tell myself my own desire;
But let day fly away, and let night haste her:
Grant, ye kind powers above,
Slow hours to parting love;
But when to bless we move,
Bid them fly faster._

_How sweet it is to love, when I discover
That fire, which burns my heart, warming my lover!
'Tis pity love so true should be mistaken:
But if this night