Act 1 — Scene VIII.
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The Antechamber at Court. Two girls, dressed as gentleman and page—Mistress Mary Fitton and Lady Cynthia Darrel—are talking together at one end of the room, L. Sir Walter Raleigh as Captain of the Guard is standing by the great door, R.
Herbert:
[Enters, R.C.] Nothing yet, Captain?
Raleigh:
Nothing, my lord.
Herbert:
[Impatiently.] Hum! [Goes on down the room and bows to Miss Fitton.] I’ve not seen you before, lady, and yet I swear I know you.
Lady Cynthia Darrel:
That were difficult; my friend’s new come to Court.
Herbert:
And yet I’d wager it is Mistress Mary Fitton. [Bows to her and half whispers.] And yester even with Lady Rutland—[louder] shall I say where?
34Miss Fitton:
You may, my lord; the place is innocent. ’Tis the intent makes guilt.
Herbert:
You were where my friend saw you, and lost his heart. If you found it, guard it well: he’s worthier than his place.
Miss Fitton:
Men only praise what they wish to part with, or think beneath them.
Herbert:
You’re witty, lady!
Miss Fitton:
Wit’s the Christian name for sense, at Court.
Herbert:
May not one praise his friend?
Miss Fitton:
Never to a woman!
Herbert:
Why not?
35Miss Fitton:
Who praise the friend, dispraise the woman.
Herbert:
You’re too persuaded to be changed. Lady Cynthia, the Mistress of the Robes has sent me for you; may I give you conduct to her? [To Miss Fitton, bowing.] Would you be seated lady? [Pointing to a seat.] Your page will be returned before you’ve missed her. [Bows low. They go off, R.C.]