Scoen. III.
Enter King, Alinda, Horatio, Lodovico, Attendants.
King.
I cannot but applaud your mind, Alinda,
But am not much affected with the Subject
On which you purpose now to cast your Favour.
Lod.
More scorn upon my life, and rude vexation.
[aside]
Alin.
If my fair meaning Sir shall prove mistaken,
'Tis but a loving purpose lost.
(O that wretch Flavello!)
[aside]
Lod.
If she have further purpose then to raise
More sorrow by the Kings displeasure to her.
[aside]
Hor.
Let her alone, her Raign's but short we know.
[aside]
Soft Musick.
Hor.
Is this the sound of want and misery?
Alin.
Of wantonness I fear, and Luxurie.
(The villain had no purpose but to flatter.)
[aside]
O Sir, why came we hither?
Lod.
Mark the Came∣lion.
[aside]
King.
'Tis most sweet Musick.