_Bar_.
Retire, Sweet, there's one knocks: come in, your business.
_Enter_ Servant.
_Ser_.
My Lord, _Don Henrique_, would entreat ye, Sir, To come immediately, and speak with him, He has business of some moment.
_Bar_.
I'le attend him, I must be gone: I pre'thee think the best, Wife, At my return, I'le tell thee more, good morrow; Sir, keep ye close, and study hard: an hour hence I'le read a new Case to ye.--
[_Exit_.
[Leandro _within_.]
_Lean_.
I'le be ready.
_Amar_.
So many hundred Duckets, to ly scurvily?
And learn the pelting Law? this sounds but slenderly, But very poorly: I would see this fellow, Very fain see him, how he looks: I will find To what end, and what study: there's the place: I'le go o'th' other side, and take my Fortune.
I think there is a window.
[_Exit_.
_Enter_ Leandro.
_Lean_.
He's gone out Now, if I could but see her: she is not this way: How nastily he keeps his house! my Chamber, If I continue long, will choak me up, It is so damp: I shall be mortified For any woma[n], if I stay a month here: I'le in, and strike my Lute, that sound may call her.
[_Exit_.
Lute _and_ Song.
1.
_Dearest do not you delay me, Since thou knowest I must be gone; Wind and Tide 'tis thought doth stay me, But 'tis wind that must be blown From that breath, whose native smell Indian Odours far excel_.
2.
_Oh then speak thou fairest fair, Kill not him that vows to serve thee, But perfume this neighbouring Air; Else dull silence sure will starve me: 'Tis a word that's quickly spoken, Which being restrained a heart is broken_.
_Enter_ Amaranta.
_Amar_.
He keeps very close: Lord, how I long to see him!
A Lute strook handsomely, a voice too; I'le hear that: These Verses are no Law, they sound too sweetly, Now I am more desirous.
[Leandro _peeping_.
_Lean_.
'Tis she certain.
_Amar_.
What's that that peeps?
_Lean_.
O admirable face!
_Amar_.
Sure 'tis the man.
_Lean_.
I will go out a little.
_Amar_.
He looks not like a fool, his face is noble: How still he stands!
_Lean_.
I am strucken dumb with wonder, Sure all the Excellence of Earth dwells here.
_Amar_.
How pale he looks! yet, how his eyes like torches, Fling their beams round: how manly his face shews!
He comes on: surely he will speak: he is made most handsomly: This is no Clerk behaviour; now I have seen ye, I'le take my time: Husband, ye have brought home tinder.
[_Exit_.
_Lean_.
Sure she has transform'd me, I had forgot my tongue clean, I never saw a face yet, but this rare one, But I was able boldly to encounter it, And speak my mind, my lips were lockt up here.
This is divine, and only serv'd with reverence; O most fair cover of a hand far fairer, Thou blessed Innocence, that guards that whiteness, Live next my heart. I am glad I have got a relick,
[_A noise within_]