951King. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,

952That for this twelue-month, shee'le not vndertake

953A maried life: her reason to her selfe is onely knowne,

954Which from her, by no meanes can I get.

9552.Knight. May we not get accesse to her (my Lord?)

956king. Fayth, by no meanes, she hath so strictly

957Tyed her to her Chamber, that t'is impossible:

958One twelue Moones more shee'le weare Dianas liuerie:

959This by the eye of Cinthya hath she vowed,

960And on her Virgin honour, will not breake it.

9613.knight. Loth to bid farewell, we take our leaues.

962king. So, they are well dispatcht:

963Now to my daughters Letter; she telles me heere,

964Shee'le wedde the stranger Knight,

965Or neuer more to view nor day nor light.

966T'is well Mistris, your choyce agrees with mine:

967I like that well: nay how absolute she's in't,

968Not minding whether I dislike or no.

969Well, I do commend her choyce, and will no longer

970Haue it be delayed: Soft, heere he comes,

971I must dissemble it.

973Peri. All fortune to the good Symonides.

974King. To you as much: Sir, I am behoulding to you

975For your sweete Musicke this last night:

976I do protest, my eares were neuer better fedde

977With such delightfull pleasing harmonie.

978Peri. It is your Graces pleasure to commend,

979Not my desert.

980king. Sir, you are Musickes maister.

981Peri. The worst of all her schollers (my good Lord.)

982king. Let me aske you one thing:

983What do you thinke of my Daughter, sir?

984Peri. A most vertuous Princesse.

985king. And she is faire too, is she not?

986Peri. As a faire day in Sommer: woondrous faire.