_Phi_. Is it to me, or any of these Gentlemen you come?

_La_. To you, brave Lord; the Princess would intreat
Your present company.

_Phi_. The Princess send for me! y'are mistaken.

_La_. If you be call'd _Philaster_, 'tis to you.

_Phi_. Kiss her hand, and say I will attend her.

_Di_. Do you know what you do?

_Phi_. Yes, go to see a woman.

_Cle_. But do you weigh the danger you are in?

_Phi_. Danger in a sweet face?
By _Jupiter_ I must not fear a woman.

_Thra_. But are you sure it was the Princess sent?
It may be some foul train to catch your life.

_Phi_. I do not think it Gentlemen: she's noble,
Her eye may shoot me dead, or those true red
And white friends in her face may steal my soul out:
There's all the danger in't: but be what may,
Her single name hath arm'd me.

[_Ex_. Phil.