As who should say your love were privileged,
That none might look upon her but your self.

LUBECK.
These jars becomes not our familiarity,
Nor will I stand on terms to move your patience.

ROBERT.
Why, my Lord, am
Not I of flesh and blood as well as you?
Then give me leave to love as well as you.

LUBECK.
To Love, Sir Robert? but whom? not she I Love?
Nor stands it with the honor my state
To brook corrivals with me in my love.

ROBERT.
So, Sir, we are thorough for that Lady.
Ladies, farewell. Lord Marques, will you go?
I will find a time to speak with her, I trowe.

LUBECK.
With all my heart. Come, Ladies, will you walk?

[Exit.]


SCENE IV.