'Tis some celestiall rapture of the minde,
No earthlie harmonic is of this kinde.
Now it doth cease: speake, who comes there?
_Enter Fredericke, Alfred, and Hatto_.
_Fred_. Father.
_Duke_. From whence proceeds the Musicke that I heard?
_Fred_. The beauteous and the famous Curtezan,
Allyed unto the banished _Montano_,
Admir'd _Valentia_, with a troope of youths
This day doth keepe her yeerely festivall
To all her suters, and this way she past
Unto her Arbor, when the Musique plaide.
_Duke_. Admir'd _Valentia_! Curtezans are strange
With us in _Germanie_; except her selfe,
Being a _Venetian_ borne and priviledg'd,
The state allowes none here.
_Fred_. Twere good for _Meath_
She were unpriviledgd and sent to _Venice_.
_Al_. Of all the faces that mine eye beheld
Hers is the brightest.
_Duke_. Is she then so faire?
_Hat_. O beyond all comparison of beautie.
_Fred_. Upon her hand,
Father, I saw the fellow to your glove.
_Duke_. Then let it be restor'd.
What, should a Prince retaine a strumpets glove?--
O ye eternall powers, am I insnar'd
With the affection of a common trull!--
Wheres your commissions, that you would have sign'd?
'Tis time I had a president in _Saxonie_.
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