unless hee will suffer his Brother-in Law to lose his Life. What? replied Boleslaüs much troubled, have they sent Calliante to Plocens? what talk you of Calliante? (said Arcade) I know no such Man, but I say Liante my Master's Wive's Brother. That is the same I mean, answered Boleslaus, and whom they have put in Prison here with us. I know not, said Arcade, wherefore you are Prisoners, unless it bee to please the Pa∣latine's Fancy, but I cannot conceive what pleasure there is in keeping you penn'd up thus: Is it not that hee may have more liberty to dally in the Woods with his Diana? Malediction light upon her, shee is cause that my Master is dishonoured, and his reputation lost at Court, and all over Polo∣nia. There's no other discourse at Plocens, but of his Loves; and no body knowing the certainty, Every one speak's according to his own Fancy.
Hee is so far (said Boleslaus) from giving any such command, that I tell thee, both Hee and Liante, with Pomeran, Pisides, Argal and my self are all Prisoners here in severall Chambers; whether the Palatine take pleasure in it, or commanded it so, I cannot say, But wee have been now five or six Dayes in this trouble, neither can wee yet tell what these People intend to do with us. And I know less, Answered Arcade, how they mean to deal with mee, whom they have likewise apprehended for no other crime, that I know, than for demanding to speak with my Master. But in earnest, Boleslaus, are you a Prisoner, or is this still to continue the stratagem you know of, and for which I was sent away, because I could not dissemble and act my part so gravely as I should?
I protest seriously, said Boleslaus, there is no jeast in what I tell thee, and I have almost lost my Reason and Temper in these fopperies. The Palatine hath brought us into these broils, but I do not see how hee will bee able to enlarge us again sodainly, hee beeing in restraint as well as wee. How? a Prisoner, said Arcade, did the King command him to bee commit∣ted? No, not the King said Boleslaus, but these Peasants, under the name of Serife, and with him (I tell thee) they have imprisoned all us that attended Him.
What? answered Arcade, is hee then yet in the Ladie's habit hee had when I left him, and his Lady (by consequence) in Man's, and each in a seve∣rall Prison? But would hee bee committed to Prison, without disclosing his Quality? Nay more, said Boleslaus, now that hee is in Prison hee denieth himself to be what hee is, and saye's hee is what hee is not.
This is the strangest fancy, answered Arcade, that ever I heard of, and which will produce new Discourses, that will not redound to his Honour.