[_Exit Mont_.
_Val_. Come sit by me, the Maskers are at hand.
_Enter Maske_.
Where are my Maides, to helpe to make the dance?
_Enter 2 Maids.
They dance, Valentia with them; they whisper to have
her play at dice and stake on the drum_.
_Valen_. What, shall we have a Mumming? heres my Jewell.
[_Play on the drum head_.
_Duke_. Thou art a jewell most incomparable.--
Malicious heaven, why from so sweete a face
Have you exempt the mind adorning grace?
[_They stake and play_.
_She wins, the drum strikes up_.
_Val_. More gold, for this is mine, I thanke yee, dice.
_Duke_. And so are all that doe behold thy beautie.--
Were she as chaste, as she is outward bright,
Earth would be heaven, and heaven eternal night.
The more I drinke of her delicious eye,
The more I plunge into captivitie.
_She wins, strike up_.
_Valen_. Have I wonne all? then take that back agen.
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