_Amar_.
He looks not like a fool, his face is noble:
How still he stands!
_Lean_.
I am strucken dumb with wonder,
Sure all the Excellence of Earth dwells here.
_Amar_.
How pale he looks! yet, how his eyes like torches,
Fling their beams round: how manly his face shews!
He comes on: surely he will speak: he is made most handsomly:
This is no Clerk behaviour; now I have seen ye,
I'le take my time: Husband, ye have brought home tinder.
[_Exit_.
_Lean_.
Sure she has transform'd me,
I had forgot my tongue clean,
I never saw a face yet, but this rare one,
But I was able boldly to encounter it,
And speak my mind, my lips were lockt up here.
This is divine, and only serv'd with reverence;
O most fair cover of a hand far fairer,
Thou blessed Innocence, that guards that whiteness,
Live next my heart. I am glad I have got a relick,
[_A noise within_]
A relick when I pray to it, may work wonders.
Hark, there's some noise: I must retire again.
This blessed Apparition makes me happy;
I'le suffer, and I'le sacrifice my substance,
But I'le enjoy: now softly to my Kennel.
[_Exit_.
_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima_.
_Enter_ Henrique, _and_ Bartolus.
_Hen_.
You know my cause sufficiently?
_Bar_.