SCENE I.
Tournon, La March.
Tour.
IT works, my Dear, it works beyond belief,
The Letter which he lost has sprung a Mine
That shatters all the Court, each Jealous Dutchess
Concludes her Man concern'd, and strait employs
A Confident to find the Mystery out.
But that which takes the Queen, and makes me dye
With Pleasure, is, that Marguerite thinks
Spite of the Imprecations of Nemours,
The Letter sent to him—
La M.
I see 'em move this way.
Tour.
Hast to St. Andre's Palace, watch their Wives, till I appear— I have promis'd Nemours an Afternoon Assignation with 'em in Luxemburg Garden, but I will antedate the bus'ness as he is wait∣ing, and set Marguerite upon him just as he meets 'em, which will heighten the design; be gone while I attend the bus'ness here—
Exit La March.
Enter Nemours, Marguerite.
Nem.
You have heard me more than once
Affirm, the Vidam (if you'll give him leave)
Will own it to your Face.
Marg.
Hear, hear him Heav'n;
By all Extreams thou art False, therefore be gone,
For if I look upon thee in this Rage,
I shall do mischief; speak not, but away—
Nemours beckens the Vidam, they steal off.
Enter Tournon.
Tour.
Madam, the Duke has taken you at your word, and is gone with the Vidam; I made bold to over-hear part of your Discourse, be∣cause I have more of his Infidelity to tell you—Betwixt one and two in Luxemburg Garden he has appointed some Ladies—