What then?
MARIANA.
If Sir Robert prove a King and you his Queen, how than?
BLANCH.
Were I assured of the one, as I am persuaded of the other,
there were some possibility in it. But here comes the man.
MARIANA.
Madam, begone, and you shall see I will work to your desire
and my content.
[Exit Blanch.]
WILLIAM CON.
Lady, this is well and happily met.
Fortune hetherto hath beene my foe,
And though I have oft sought to speak with you,
Yet still I have been crot with sinister happs.
I cannot, Madam, tell a loving tale
Or court my Maistres with fabulous discourses,
That am a souldier sworn to follow arms:
But this I bluntly let you understand,
I honor you with such religious Zeal
As may become an honorable mind.
Nor may I make my love the siege of Troy,
That am a stranger in this Country.
First, what I am I know you are resolved,
For that my friend hath let you that to understand,
The Marques Lubeck, to whom I am so bound
That whilest I live I count me only his.
MARIANA.
Surely you are beholding to the Marques,
For he hath been an earnest spokes-man in your cause.
WILLIAM.
And yields my Lady, then, at his request,
To grace Duke William with her gratious love?
MARIANA.
My Lord, I am a prisoner,
And hard it were to get me from the Court.
WILLIAM.
An easy matter to get you from the Court,
If case that you will thereto give consent.
MARIANA.
Put case I should, how would you use me than?
WILLIAM.
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