247247Here is no time for contemplation.
248248Robert Windsor. My Lord there is a certaine odd conceit,
249249Which on the
sudden greatly troubles me.
250250Lubeck. How like you
Blaunch? I partly do perceiue
251251The little boy hath played the wag with you.
252252Sir Robert. The more I look the more I loue to looke.
253253Who
sayes that
Mariana is not faire?
254254Ile gage my gauntlet gain
st the enuious man,
255255That dares auow there liueth her compare.
256256Lubeck. Sir
Robert, you mi
stake your counterfeit.
257257This is the Lady which you came to
see.
258258Sir Robert. Yea my Lord
: She is counterfeit in deed:
259259For there is the
sub
stance that be
st contents me.
260260Lubek. That is my loue. Sir
Robert you do wrong me.
261261Robert. The better for you Sir,
she is your Loue,
262262As for the wrong, I
see not how it growes.
263263Lubeck. In
seeking that which is anothers right.
264264Robert. As who
should
say your loue were priuileged
265265That none might looke vpon her but your
selfe.
266266Lubeck. The
se iarres becomes not our familiaritie,
267267Nor will I
stand on termes to moue your patience.
268268Robert. Why my lord, am not I of
fle
sh & bloud as well as you?
269269Then giue me leaue to loue as well as you.
270270Lubeck. To loue Sir
Robert? but whome? not
she I loue?
271271Nor
stands it with the honor of my
state,
272272To brooke corriuals with me in my loue.
273273Robert. So Sir, we are thorough for that L.
274274Ladies farewell. Lord
Marques, will you go?
275275I will
finde a time to
speake with her I trowe?
276276Lubeck. With all my heart. Come Ladies. wil you walke?
Exit. 277277Enter Manuile alone disguised. 278278Manuile. Ah
Em the
subie
ct of my re
stle
sse thoughts,
279279The Anuyle whereupon my heart doth beat,
280280Framing thy
state to thy de
sert,
281281Full ill this life becomes thy heauenly looke,
282282Wherein
sweete loue and vertue
sits enthroned.
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