Rox. Oh sir, first try me,
But we protract? good houres, come follow me sir, Why this is right your sportive Gallants prize, Before they'le loose their sport theyle loose their eyes. Exeu.
Enter the Queene and foure servants, she with a booke in her hand.
Que. Oh my feare-fighting blood! are you all here.
Ser. 1. All at your pleasure Madam.
Que. That's my wish, and my opinion
Hath ever beene perswaded of your truthes, And I have found you willing t'all imployments We put into your charge.
Ser. 2. In our faith's madam.
Ser. 3. For we are bound in duty to your Bounty.
Que. Will you to what I shall prescribe sweare secrecie?
Ser. 4. Try us, sweete Lady, and you shall prove our faith's.
Que. To all things that you heare or see
I sweare you all to secrecie; I poure my life into your brests, There my doome or safety rests. If you prove untrue to all Now I rather chuse to fall With losse of my desire, than light Into the Tyrants wrathfull spight: But in vaine I doubt your trust, I never found your hearts but just. On this booke your vowes arrive, And as in truth in favour thrive.
Omn. We wish no higher, so we sweare.
Que. Like Jewels all your vowes Ile weare.
Here, take this Paper, there those secrets dwell, Goe reade your charge, which I should blush to tell. All's sure, I nothing doubt of safety now,