The bold so far, but still it tastes o' th' rash.
Why, let it taste! it tastes of love too; and5
To all actions 't gives a pretty relish, that
Enter Raguelin
Rag. My lord?
Bren. O, here!
Rag. 'Sfoot, y'are upon our sentries;
Move on this hand.[Exeunt
Enter again Brennoralt and Raguelin
Bren. Where are we now?
Rag. Entering part of the fort:
Your lordship must be wet a little.[Exeunt10
They enter again
Bren. Why,
Are there here no guards?
Rag. There needs none: you presently
Must pass a place, where one's an army in
Defence, it is so steep and strait.
Bren. 'Tis well.
Rag. These are the steps of danger. Look to your way,15
My lord.
Bren. I do not find such difficulty.
Wait me hereabouts.[Exit Raguelin
Enter Francelia, as in a bed, asleep; Brennoralt draws the curtains
So misers look upon their gold, which, while
They joy to see, they fear to lose; the pleasure20
O' the sight scarce equalling the jealousy
Of being dispossess'd by others.
Her face is like the Milky Way i' th' sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without name.
Heavens!25
Shall this fresh ornament of the world, this precious
Loveliness pass, with other common things,
Amongst the wastes of time? What pity 'twere!
Fran. [waking] Bless me!
Is it a vision, or Brennoralt?30
Bren. Brennoralt, lady.
Fran. Brennoralt? innocence guard me!
What is't you have done, my lord?
Bren. Alas! I were
