_Thra_. That man that would not stir with you,
To aid _Philaster_, let the gods forget,
That such a Creature walks upon the earth.

_Cle_. _Philaster_ is too backward in't himself;
The Gentry do await it, and the people
Against their nature are all bent for him,
And like a field of standing Corn, that's mov'd
With a stiff gale, their heads bow all one way.

_Di_. The only cause that draws _Philaster_ back
From this attempt, is the fair Princess love,
Which he admires and we can now confute.

_Thra_. Perhaps he'l not believe it.

_Di_. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so.

_Cle_. I 'tis past speech, she lives dishonestly.
But how shall we, if he be curious, work
Upon his faith?

_Thra_. We all are satisfied within our selves.

_Di_. Since it is true, and tends to his own good,
I'le make this new report to be my knowledge,
I'le say I know it, nay, I'le swear I saw it.

_Cle_. It will be best.