If that her mind coher'd with her faire face,
Shee were the worthy wonder of this age.
_Alfred_. I never saw a beautie more divine
Grossely deform'd by her notorious lust.
_Fred_. Fairnesse and wantonnesse have made a match
To dwell together, and the worst spoyles both.
_Albert_. Shee is doubly excellent in sin and beauty.
_Duke_. That they speake truth my conscience speaks,
But that I love her that I speak my self.
Stand up, divine deformitie of nature,
Beautious corruption, heavenly see[m]ing evill,
What's excellent in good and bad, stand up;
And in this Chaire, prepared for a Duke,
Sit, my bright Dutchesse, I command thee, sit.
You looke, I am sure, for some apologie
In this rash action; all that I can say
Is that I love her, and wil marry her.
_Fred_. How, love a _Lais_, a base _Rodophe_,
Whose body is as common as the sea
In the receipt of every lustfull spring?
_Albert_. The elements of which these orbes consists,
Fire, ayre, and water, with the ground[192] we tread,
Are not more vulgar, common, popular,
Then her imbracements.
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