What drum is that?
_Van_. A Maske, sent by a friend.
_Valen_. Belike our self must know the mysterie;
Tell them we are prepar'd to see the Maske,
And bid the other noblemen come neere.
Thus am I hourely visited by friends;
Beautie's a counsellor that wants no fee.
They talke of circles and of powerfull spells,
Heeres heavenly art that all blacke art excells.
_Mon_. Ile walke into the farther gallery.
_Enter Duke_.
_Valen_. Sir, you are welcome what so ere you be;
I guesse your birth great by your bounteous fee.
_Duke_. Your humble servant, bound by a sweet kisse.
_Valen_. I give you freedome, gentle Sir, by this.
[_He whispers her_.
I know your mind; first censure of the sport,
Then you and I will enter _Venus_ Court.
_Duke_. More then immortall, O more then divine,
That such perfection, should turne Concubine.
_Mon_. That voice is like unto the _Saxon Dukes_.
I feare he hath heard I liv'd here in this place,
And he is come to doe me more disgrace.
_Montano_, hide thyself till he be gone;
His daughter thirsts for my destruction.
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