Bel. Wrong not
My love, best creature, so to think my words
Are not the true ambassadors of my heart.5
By thy fair self, I swear, Nature has been
Too partial in robbing heaven and earth
To give you all
Fran. Their weaknesses you mean,
And I confess, my lord
Bel. Their richest graces,
Sweetest! O, do not rack me thus! I love:10
Can you give love again?
Fran. Yes, any love
That you dare ask, or I dare give, my lord.
Bel. O, but, fair lady, love must have no bounds:
It pines in prison.
Fran. O, but, my lord, hot loves,
If not contain'd, like fiery meteors,15
Promise no good to others, and are themselves
Consum'd.
Enter the King, and Lords attending
Bel. O, leave me not in doubt's distracting trance.
King. How, my boy? what, courting?
Bel. No, sir.20
King. What was he doing then, Francelia?
Fran. So please your grace,
He was i' th' midst of all your praises, when
Your highness ent'red.
Bel. [Aside.] Hum! there's yet some hope then.
King. O, you are glad we are come, then! That discourse25
Was tedious.
Fran. No, my lord;
I should have been well pleas'd to have heard him longer.
King. You are grown a courtier, fair one! Sileo,
Are the coaches ready?
Sil. Yes, and 't please your majesty.
King. Come,30
We'll abroad then: this day invites us forth.
Where's our queen?[Exeunt
