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Now _Constantine_.
_Enter Constantine_.
_Con_. Your grace did send for me.
_Duke_. Lend me your habit in exchange of mine,
For I must walk the Citie for a purpose.
_Con_. With all my heart, my habit and my selfe.
_Duke_. In any case, watch at the privie chamber.
If any ask for me say I am not well,
And though it be my sonne, let him not enter.
_Con_. I will.
_Duke_. Be carefull, gentle _Constantine_.
Now, faire _Valentia, Saxon_ to thy bower
Comes like a _Jove_ to raine a golden shower.
[_Exit_.
_Con_. Prosper, kind Lord, what ere the action be;
Counsailes of Princes should be ever free.
[_Exit_.
[SCENE 2.]
_Enter Valentia and Montano_.
_Va_. Torches and Musique there! the room's too darke.
_Mon_. Prethee, Neece,
Abandon this lascivious unchaste life;
It is the onely blemish of our house;
Scandall unto our name; a Curtezan!
O what's more odious in the eares of men?
_Val_. Then why doe men resort to Curtezans,
And the best sort? I scorne inferiour groomes,
Nor will I deign[179] to draw aside my maske
To any meaner then a Noble man.
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