Actus Primus,
Scena Prima.
Enter Alice and Valentine.
Alice.
HOw dearely welcome you are!
Val.
I know it,
And my best sister, you as deer to my sight,
And pray let this confirm it, how you have govern'd
My poore state in my absence, how my servants,
I dare and must beleeve, else I should wrong ye,
The best and worthiest.
Alice
As my womans wit Sir,
Which is but weake and crazie.
Ʋal.
But good Alice
Tell me how fares the gentle Cellide,
The life of my affection, since my travell,
My long, and lazie travell? is her love still
Vpon the growing hand? do's it not stop
And wither at my yeares? has she not view'd
And entertain'd some yonger smooth behaviour