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 That purloines it: I am sudaine with you, We that are great women of pleasure, use to cut off These uncertaine wishes, and unquiet longings, And in an instant joyne the sweete delight And the pritty excuse together: had you bin in'th'streete, Under my chamber window, even there I should have courted you.

Bos. Oh, you are an excellent Lady.

Jul. Bid me do somewhat for you presently, To expresse I love you.

Bos. I will, and if you love me, Faile not to effect it: The Cardinall is growne wondrous mellancholly, Demand the cause, let him not put you off, With faign'd excuse, discover the maine ground on't.

Jul. Why would you know this?

Bos. I have depended on him, And I heare that he is falne in some disgrace With the Emperour, if he be, like the mice That forsake falling houses, I would shift To other dependance.

Jul. You shall not neede follow the warres, I'll be your maintenance.

Bos. And I your loyall servant, But I cannot leave my calling.

Jul. Not leave an Ungratefull Generall, for the love of a sweete Lady? You are like some, cannot sleepe in feather-beds, But must have blockes for their pillowes.

Bos. Will you do this?

Jul. Cunningly.

Bos. To morrow I'll expect th'intelligence.

Jul. To morrow? get you into my Cabinet, You shall have it with you: do not delay me, No more then I do you: I am like one That is condemn'd: I have my pardon promis'd. But I would see it seal'd: Go, get you in, You shall see me winde my tongue about his heart, Like a skeine of silke.