Lap. And if I faile may the earth swallow me.
Que. Th'art now growne good, here could I ever dwell, Were the old King, my husband safe and well. Exeunt.
Enter Tymethes and Zenarchus.
Zen. Come, come, drive away these fits, faith Ile have thee
Tym. As your son and heire at his fathers funerall. (merry.
Zen. Thou seest my sister constantly affects thee.
Tym. There were no mirth nor musicke else for me.
Zen. Sir in this Castle the old King my father Ore-worne with jealousie keepes his beauteous wife, I thinke thou never faw'st her.
Tym. No, not I.
Zen. Why then thy judgements fresh, Ile visite her On purpose for thy censure.
Tym. I speake my affection.
Zen. Nay on my knowledge she's worth Jealousie,
Though Jealousie be farre unworthy a King.
Rox. My lov'd Lord?____________________
Zen. How cheares the Queene? they whisper.
Tym. Have I not seene this fellow before now? He has an excellent presence for a Pander, I know not his office.
Zen. Vse those words to her.
Rox. They shall be us'd my Lord, and any thing That comes to using, let it come to me. Exit.
Tym. What's he Zenarchus?
Zen. Who Roxano? a fellow in great trust, Elected by my fathers jealousie. But he, and all the rest attend upon her I thinke would turne her Panders for reward; For tis not watch nor ward keepes woman chast, If honours watch in her mind be not plac't.
Tym. Right Oracle; what gaine hath Iealousie?