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] Bel. Wrong not

My love, best creature, so to think my words

Are not the true ambassadors of my heart.

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:

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,

Promise no good to others, and are themselves

Consum'd.

Bel. O, leave me not in doubt's distracting trance.

King. How, my boy? what, courting?

Bel. No, sir.

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 discourse

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,

We'll abroad then: this day invites us forth.

Where's our queen?