 | The Dvkes Mistris |  |
Actus Quintus.
Enter Ardelia, Fiametta.Fia.
He will no longer be put off with ceremony,
You must consent this night to his embrace,
Or take what followes Madam.
Ar.
I am lost,
And every minutes fild with new despaires,
It is in your power to perswade him yet.
Fia.
I have said too much already.
Ar.
Say I am not
In health, poore refuge!
Fia.
Not in health, the Duke
Shall give you physicke—there be Ladies no
Dispraise to your beauty, wo'd be sicke a purpose
To have the Duke their Doctor.
Ar.
What can cure
My sicke fate? oh my heart, poore Bentivolio,
On what high going waves do we two saile,
Without a Starre or Pilot to direct
Our reeling barke? Valerio too expects
A blacke reward for silence, he is here,
Enter Ualerio.
Already? doe not leave me Fiametta,
I charge thee by thy duty to his highnes.
Fia.
Why what's the matter?
Va.
Let me pay a duty
To her white hand, whom the Duke onely honors,
You looke not with a cheareful countenance Madam.
Ar.
I am not well my Lord.
Va.
I am exelent at
I wo'd not have her Picture i'th roome
When we are at generation.
Ar.
Shee's commanded
To stay here.
Va.
How? commanded? Madam I have
Commission to impart some private meanings
From his highnes to this Lady.
Fia.
And I have
Order, this my Lady have no such conference,
But I must be a witnes.
Va.
You will not
Contest I hope, and dispute my authority,
VVhat an officious fury tis? how shall I
Be rid on her? Madam you see this Ring,
A friend of yours signior Horatio
Whispers with Fiametta.
Desires another meeting by this token.
Fia.
VVhere is my noble servant?
Va.
But you must
Expresse your love in making hast, I knew
Although for mirth I flatter'd Scolopendra,
That you would carry him, but loose no time.
Fia.
Lend me thy wings sweet love to flie to him.
Exit.
Va.
Flie to the Divell, he wants a companion,
I'le shut the dore after your beldamship,
And trust my selfe with key.
Ar.
You doe not meane
To play the ravisher my Lord.
Va.
As if
You mean't to put me too't, I have your promise
And where consents meete in the act of love,
The pleasures multiply to infinite.
Ar.
Infinite horror! yet my Lord, be a man.
Va.
You shall not doubt that Madam, if you will
Apply your selfe discreetly, we loose time,
Although I be no Duke, I can present thee
VVith all the pleasures, appetite can wish for
VVithin Loves empire, when you know me Madam,
You will repent this tedious ignorance,
The greatest Prince alive, Christian or infidell,
Though I commend my selfe, I ha' those wayes
To please a Lady.
Ar.
Wayes to please the Divell?
Va.
You wo' not be coy now.
Ar.
My Lord I know,
At least I hope, howere you speake a language
Rather to fright then court a womans thoughts,
(Not yet acquainted with her owne dishonor)
You have some love within your heart.
Va.
Canst thou
Suspect it? wo't thou see my heart?
Give me a fort-nights warning, and let me
But all that while possesse thy love, and those
Delights i'le prompt thee too, i'le wish to live
No longer, get what surgeon thou wo't
To cut me to a Skeleton, not love thee?
Ar.
Then by that love my Lord, I must desire you
At this time to deferre your expectation,
And leave my Chamber.
Va.
Quit the Chamber Madam?
Ar.
If not for love of me, for your owne safety,
There is danger in your stay, for every minute
I do expect a visite from the Duke.
Va.
This is some tricke, you sha'not fright me Lady,
I must have that I came for.
Ar.
Meete it here
Shewes a Pistoll.
Licentious divell, I shall do a benefit
To the world, in thus removing such a traytor,
To man, and womans honor, you shall carry
No tales to his highnes, if thou hast a soule.
Pray, tis my charity to let thee live
Two minutes longer.
Va.
Madam, Ardelia,
You wo'not use me thus,
Ar.
Will you pray sir?
Va.
Alas I have forgot, I ha' not pray'd
This twenty yeares at least, I am willing Madam
My ghost may in revenge els, do you a mischeife,
And betray Bentivolio to the Duke,
But if you let me live, I will be dumbe,
Madam consider a wild flesh, and blood,
And give me leave to spend my rest of life,
Onely in thinking out some fit repentance,
For I will never speake, if you suspect me.
One knocks.
The Duke is come already, I am undone
Mercy, and some concealment.
Goes behinde the hangings.
Bentivolio opens the dore.
Ben.
Ardelia
Alone, I heard another voyce, with whom
Were you in Dialogue, and the dore so fast?
Ar.
It is but your suspition.
Ben.
This dissembling
I like not.
Ar.
If he know who tis, I shall
Inflame his Jealousie—deere heart appeare
Lesse troubled, do not throw such busie eyes
About the roome, i'le whisper't in thy eare,
The Duke—
Ben.
Where?
Ar.
There, obscur'd behind the hangings
Upon thy entrance.
Ben.
Guilt has made him fearefull,
Oh I am lost, and thou art now not worth
My glorious rescue.
Ar.
Softly, by all goodnes
He has not injurd me, and if you durst
But trust our private conference, i'le die
Rather then bring thee ruines of my honor.
Ben.
If thou beest yet white, my owne arme secures thee
From all his lust hereafter.
Va.
Oh
He wounds Valerio behind the hangings.
I am murder'd.
Ar.
What have you done?
Nothing but kild the Duke,
You shall with me?
Ar.
Whither?
Ben.
No matter where.
So we escape the infection of this Ayre.
Exeunt.
Valerio falls into the Stage.
Va.
I am caught in my owne toyles, by the same Engine
I rais'd to the Dukes death, I fall my selfe,
The mistery of fate, I am rewarded,
And that which was the ranke part of my life,
My blood, is met withall, and tis my wonder
My veines should run so cleere a red, wherein
so much blacke sinne was wont to bath it selfe,
I wo'd looke up, and beg with my best strength
Of voyce, and heart forgivenes, but heaven's just,
Thus death payes treason, and blood quencheth lust.
Moritur
Enter Leontio, melancholy. Some cry treason within.
Leo.
Although I love, and wish the act of treason
The noise yet comes to neare me.
Enter Strozzi.
Str.
Oh my Lord!
The Duke is kil'd.
Leo.
The Duke! by what blacke murderer?
Str.
That gives the State another wound, we cannot
Suspect who was the traytor, to revenge it,
But whosoever was guilty of this paracide,
Is still within the Court, the deeds so fresh
He cannot be farre off.
Leo.
Shut up the gates,
And plant a strong guard round about the pallace,
Let none goe forth in paine of death, the divell
Sha'not obscure him here with his blacke wings,
Though her rob Hell to cover us with darknes,
Wee'le find him under twenty foggs, and drag him
To his just torment.
Str.
Y'are his pious successor.
Exit.
Tis done, and my ambition's satisfied,
Containe my heart, but to which bold assassivate
Pallante or Bentivolio must I owe
This bloody service.
Enter Pallante
Pall.
I ha' don't my Lord.
Leo.
Softly, thou art my brave, and glorious villaine.
Pall.
There have beene better titles sir, bestow'd
On men of my desert, the killing of
My lawfull Prince, hath beene esteem'd an act
'Bove the reward of villaine, though I know
I am one, and a monstrous villaine too,
I wo'd not be cal'd so.
Leo.
Thou sha't devide
Titles with me, dost thinke i'le not reward it?
Thou art sad.
Pall.
I am a litle melancholy
After my worke.
Leo.
Dost thou repent thy service?
Pall.
Were he alive, i'de kill him agen for you.
Tis not his death that hants my conscience,
But the condition, and State he died in,
That troubles me.
Leo.
What State, or what condition?
Pall.
When I had taught him to beleeve he was not
Long liv'd, and that your Lordship had by me.
Sent him a writ of ease, for i'le make short.
Leo.
Didst thou discover me?
Pall.
Why not? I was
To take an order he should n'ere reveale it,
Upon the mention of your name my Lord.
He fetch'd a sigh, I thought would have prevented
My execution on his heart, as if
That were a greater wound then death upon him,
But I, whose resolute soule was deafe to his prayer,
Bath'd in as many teares, as would have wrought
A Marble to compassion, bid him choose
The humor he would die in, and collect
Some thoughts to waite upon him to eternity,
Leo.
I know not.
Pall.
To die an honest man, no wish to part
The world with faire Ardelia in his armes, and give his ghost up in a wanton kisse.
But with a thousand groanes, calling upon
Euphemia to forgive him, to whose vertue
His soule was going forth, to meete, and seale
To it, a new, and everlasting marriage,
Nay he had so much charity to forgive
You sir, and me, and would have pray'd for us,
But that I sent the message to his bosome
That made him quiet, and so left his highnes
Had he died obstinate in his sinnes, the wanton
Lascivious Duke he liv'd, I wo'd not blush for't.
Leo.
Why, dost relent for this?
Pall.
I find some mutiny
In my conscience, pray my Lord tell me
Do not you wish it were undone.
Leo.
Thou hast
The tremblings of an infant, it exalts
My thoughts to another heaven, Pallante thou
Must not leave here, but make Leontio owe
His perfect blessing to thy act, goe to
Euphemia, and with thy best art drop
This newes into her eare.
Within.
Away with 'em.
Leo.
What tumults that?
Enter Bentivolio, and Ardelia with officers
Off.
My Lord we have found the traytor
He does confesse he kil'd the Duke.
Pall.
Howes that?
Leo.
He kil'd the Duke? tis Bentivolio.
Ben.
I did my Lord, you shannot trouble much
Examination, with this hand I sacrific'd
Ferneze, and you ought to call my act
Pious, and thanke me for removing such
A tyrant, whose perfidious breath had heaven
Beene longer patient wo'd have blasted Parma.
Leo.
And in the confidence of this service done,
You present your selfe to be rewarded.
Ben.
I meant not to have troubled you for that
Leo.
Come neerer.
Ar.
I wonder at this noyse of the Dukes death,
Valerios tragedy is all that we
Are guilty of, which yet I have conceal'd
From Bentivolio.
Leo.
Had you no ayde
To this great execution, did you doo't alone?
Ben.
Alone, and tis my glory that
Noe hand can boast his fatall wound but mine,
And if you dare be just my Lord.
Leo.
Be confident,
There is some mistery in this Pallante
Both could not kill the Duke, he does accuse,
himselfe.
Pall.
I am all wonder my good Lord.
Leo.
You are sure tis done.
Ben.
Now you dishonor me,
Dee know blood royall, when you see't, you may
Beleeve that crimson evidence, I hope
Your Lordship will remember.
Leo.
Feare it not,
But for a time you must be prisoner
To satisfie a litle forme upon
My life, no danger shall approach thee, trust
My honor, though I frowne, and call thee traitor
I will study thy preserving next my owne,
Is not this strange Pallante that heele take
The guilt upon himselfe, if both have kild him
Noe feare but hee's dead, this foole Pallante
Shall quickly by his death secure thy Fate.
Put on a cunning face meane time, and narrowly
Observe the full behaviour of the Court,
But 'specially insinuate with the greatest,
And as they talke of me, declare my passion,
And with what horror, I receav'd the death
Of our good Duke, my pious zeale to appease
That blessed spirit with his murderers blood,
In care to their owne heads, they will proclaime
Me Duke, i'le to Euphemia, and by some
Strong art make her my owne.
Pall.
Your grace is prudent.
Leo.
Away to'th prison with 'em.
Ar.
Let me beare
Him company my Lord.
You sha'not doubt it
Good Madam mischiefe, and repent together,
As you are like to bleed, and with full torture,
Howle out your wretched lives for the Dukes murder.
Ar.
You are deceav'd my Lord, we wo'not dye
For that offence.
Leo.
You wo'not, glorious strumpet.
Ar.
Y'are a most
Uncivill Lord, thy birth had not more innocence
To justifie thy mother.
Ben.
Ile be modest,
And say, this is not honourable.
Leo.
So Sir,
You will have time to talke at your arraignment,
Away with 'em, now to Euphemia.
Exit.
Enter Horatio, and Fiametta.
Fia.
Did you not send for me, and by this token?
Ho.
Follow me not, unlesse thou wo't sweare to imitate
What I shall lead thee too by my example,
For rather then not be rid of thee, at next
Convenient river I will drowne my selfe,
And thinke I goe a Martyrdome by water.
Cannot a Gentleman be merry w'ee,
But you will make him mad?
Fia.
Ile never leave thee,
I will petition to the Duke, and plead
A contract.
Ho.
Thou't be dam'd then.
Fia.
What care I.
Ho.
So, I shu'd have a blessing in this fiend,
This child of darkenesse once remov'd, I send for thee,
And by a token? I wo'd sooner send
For the hang-man, and pay him double fees
To strangle me, what I endur'd before,
Thinke twas a pennance for some mighty sinnes
I had committed, and be quiet now.
Fia.
Did you not love me then?
Ho.
Love thee? consider
What thou hast said, and hang thy selfe immediatly,
A mare with fourescore, and ninteene diseases,
And she the greatest to make up a hundred,
Then harbour one such monstrous thought, thou art
A thing, no Cat that comes of a good kind,
Will keepe thee company, and yet thou lookst
So like a miserable ore-growne vermine,
Now I thinke better on't, it is my wonder
Th'art not devour'd quicke, leave me yet.
Fia.
Not I Sir,
I know you love me still, all this is but
To try my constancy.
Ho.
Art thou so ignorant,
Or impudent, or both? let me intreat thee
But to have something of a beast about thee,
Thy sences in some measure, looke but how
I frowne upon thee, for thy safety therefore,
If thou hast no desire to save my credit
Abroad, tame thy concupiscence, we draw
All the spectatours but to laugh, and wonder at's,
And I shall be the greater prodegy
For talking so long with thee, wo't be rul'd,
And trudge from whence thou camst, good honest bruite,
My humours out of breath, and I ha' done,
But all that's ugly in thy face, or what's
Unseene deformity, I am now in earnest,
And therefore doe not tempt me.
Fia.
My deere Signior.
To what?
Ho.
Why, after all to beare thee, if
Thou leav'st me not the sooner.
Fia.
Are not you
My Servant?
Ho.
But in passion I forget things,
And if my Mistresse want discretion,
I shall, in my pure zeale to have her wise,
Beate some into her, most abhominably
Beate her, and make deformity to swell,
She sha'not get in to her chamber doore.
And boyes shall kick thee home, dost thou not feare me?
Fia.
Ile endure any thing from thee, my love
Shall thinke no paine a suffering, come, kisse me
But once, and I will die thy patient martyr.
Ho.
She wo'd be kild, to have me hang for her,
Was ever such an impudence in woman?
You that are hansome Ladies, I doe aske
Forgivenesse, and beleeve it possible
You may be lesse vexations to men.
Dost heare? to tell thee truth, for it will out
By some, or other, you must here discharge
Your dotage, for it is but two howers since
I was married.
Fia.
Married? to whom?
Ho.
Toth' tother
Wild beare that courted me, to Scolopendra,
She met i'th nicke, and wee clapt up.
And you know tis not conscience to abuse
Our honest wedlocke.
Fia.
I shall runne mad.
Ho.
Wo'd thou wo'dst runne into the Sea, and see
If I wo'd goe a fishing for thee.
Fia.
Furies,
Rise in my braine, and helpe me to revenge.
Ho.
I am afraid she'l beate me now.
Fia.
False man,
I have not breath enough to raile, and curse
Thy apostacy, how couldst thou use me thus?
But seeke some sudden way to be divorc'd,
Or one shall dye.
Ho.
Wo'd thou wert buried quicke.
Fia.
But are
You married, tell me sweet Horatio,
And must I weare a willow garland for thee?
Ho.
Weare a halter.
Fia.
It is not possible, thou canst be so
Unkind to me.
Ho.
You may beleeve it Madam.
Yet I must love thee till I die, and you
May keepe me alive, with now, and then some favour,
It want's no president, we may kisse I hope,
And thus walke arme in arme, I wo'd deny
Thee nothing.
Ho.
Do not vanish me good Madam.
A noise within.
The people hoote already, none to reskue me.
Enter Bentivolio, and Ardelia guarded.
Is not this Bentivolio, under guard,
And his faire Mistresse pinniand? how now friend,
Wither are you bound with such a convoy.
1.
To prison, they are traitors.
Ho.
Traitors.
Ar.
Do not beleeve 'em.
1.
They have kil'd the Duke.
Fia.
How's that?
1.
Doe you know him sir?
Fia.
Deere Madam are you prisoner too.
Ho.
Take me along,
Better be hang'd then hanted with that goblin.
1.
Another of the conspiracy disarm'd him.
Ho.
Let me but speake a word to this old Damsell.
1.
Shee's of the plot too.
Fia.
I? I defie him,
I know him not.
Ho.
I hope you wo'not leave me in distresse
Love, Mistresse lady-bird.
Fia.
I defie all traitors
Away with 'em, the Duke kil'd! out upon 'em,
That Fellow alwayes had a hanging countenance
Blesse me, defend me.
Exit.
Ho.
'Tis well treason will
Make her forsake me yet.
Ben.
Dost know on what
Danger thou dost ingage thy selfe?
Ho.
Although
I die for company 'tis worth it gentlemen
I did expect you'd bring him into mischeife,
I am perfect in your sex now, come to prison.
Ar.
You may repent your malice sir.
Ho.
And you
May be a Saint, away with us, come friend,
Women have made me weary of the World,
And hanging is a helpe, we might ha' liv'd
If you had tane my counsell, nay i'le share w'ed
I ha' not lost all my good fellowship.
Enter Duke disguis'd, with Euphemia.
Exeunt.
Eup.
My sorrowes, I forgive you all, this blessing
Has overpaid my heart, and though it cracke
With weight of this so unexpected happinesse,
I shall die more then satisfied.
Du.
Euphemia.
Thou art too mercifull, and my repentance
Is yet too feeble, and too short a wonder,
Sure thou dost flatter me, if not heaven suffred,
My fall with holy cunning to let thee
Shine the Worlds great example of forgivenes.
Eup.
But wherefore does your grace come hither thus
Disguis'd, being your selfe, and mine agen, what needs
This cloude upon your person, truth did never
Shame the professor.
Du.
Though I live to thee,
The World doe thinke me dead Euphemia,
Leonato whom I lov'd, and trusted most,
Design'd my everlasting far-well from thee,
But he that should have been my executioner,
Without disordering this poore heape of nature,
Gave me another life, and growth to vertue,
Pallante, blest good man
Eup.
Leonates creature.
Du.
That honest Soldier after by his counsell,
I put this shape on, while to my false kins-man
He gives relation of my death, this key
He lent for my accesse to thy sad chamber,
Leonato opens the dore.
Tis Leonato.
My heart o'th suddaine trembles with the feare
Of a nere danger, I am unarm'd too,
For our defence—Madam you are not wise,
And merit not this providence to dote
Upon a shadow, your dead husband, when
Leonato lives, with more ambition to
Succeed him in your love, then this faire Duke-dome.
Leo.
What fellowes this that pleads my cause, tis some
Pallante has appointed to prepare her,
Du.
With pardon, you deserve him not, and were
I Leonato—my good Lord.
Leo.
Spare your
Dull Retorick sir.
Du.
That I could snatch
His sword, I dare not call for helpe, or leave 'em
She may be lost within a paire of minutes,
My heart, my braine!
Leo.
Madam you said your vow
Was made for life, Fernizes death hath canceld
That obligation, and in midst of teares
Fate smiles upon you, if you dare looke up,
And meete it with a will to be made happy
He courts you now, has power to kill all sorrow,
From these faire eyes, be just to your kind fortune,
And dresse your face with your first beauty, Madam,
It may become the change, why weepe you still.
Eup.
I weepe for you my Lord.
Leo.
For me.
Eup.
Because
You cannot for your selfe, pray tell me sir,
Is the Duke dead in earnest, you have not
A mourning face, but great heires seldome dy
With sudden greife, or weeping for their Father,
Or Kins-mens Funerall, I pray how dy'd he?
Although he were not kind to take his leave,
I wod pay my obsequie of teares upon,
Leo.
That may be time enough.
Eup.
How I desire
To kisse his lip agen, oh shew me yet
Where's the pale ruines of my dead Lord? stay
He shall have halfe my soule, where's a soft,
And silent breath I will convay to warme,
And quicken his stiffe bosome.
Leo.
Madam, what's
All this to my reward?
Eup.
Reward for what.
Leo.
My love which for your sake, and let me tell you
Not without some encouragment from you,
To give your heart more freedome to meet ruine,
Hath sent the Duke to heaven.
Eup.
Thou art a murderer,
Treason?
Du.
Treason.
Leo.
Who was that.
Du.
Some eccho
Within the Chamber, nothing else my Lord.
Leo.
Is not the Dukes ghost hovering hereabout,
It has a clamour like his voyce, ha, but
I can take order for your silence, use
That tongue againe, with the least accent to
Affright the aire, and i'le dismisse thy soule,
To waite upon thy husbands angry shade.
Du.
Horror? what can preserve us but a miracle?
Leo.
Yet i'le not so much favour you, 'tis death
Perhaps you have ambition too.
Du.
One word
My gracious Lord, it has been my trade to deale
With women, with your pardon you do practise
Too tame a court-ship for her nature, use
The opportunity, and force her, to your
Pleasures, away with Sword, and buckle with her,
Leave me to keepe the doore, I ha been us'd to too't
Shee'le thanke you when 'tis done, loose no time in talke.
Leo.
Ha? do thy office.
Wod your Lordship know me?
You shall—what thinke you of this officer?
False to thy blood, thy honour, and thy Prince,
Y'are caught my precious kins-man, and I live
With my owne hand to be reveng'd upon thee.
Leo.
Ha then thorow her, I will receive my mends,
I did suspect that voyce, had not my confidence
Of thy most certaine death betraid me thus,
I wod have made sure worke, some Fate direct
His Sword thorow both our hearts.
Du.
No Treason, Treason.
Enter Pallante, Strozzi, Silvio, Ascanio, with a guard, they wound Leonato.
Leo.
So let me employ the short breath that remaines
To tell you I engag'd Pallante, to
The Dukes death with a full hope to satisfie
Lust, and ambition, but he jugled with me,
And so has Bentivolio, though he be
With his Ardelia in prison, for
Acknowledging himselfe your murderer,
To which Vallerio, and my selfe inflam'd him.
Du.
Valerio traitor too.
Sil.
Sir he is slaine,
His wounded body found in Ardelias chamber.
Du.
Ardelia!
This darke mischeife shall be cleer'd
Strozzi, command Bentivolo,
And Ardelia be instantly brought hither?
Str.
I shall sir.
Du.
Most ingratefull Leonato.
Leo.
I know I am not worth your charity,
And yet my Lord your cruelty upon
Euphemia, and some licence I tooke from
The example of your wanton blood, was ground
Of these misfortunes, 't seemes Y'are reconcil'd,
Be worth her love hereafter, thou wert just,
Pallante, be still faithfull to thy Prince,
I beg your generall pardon.
We forgive thee.
Leo.
Heaven is a great way of, and I shall be
Ten thousand yeeres in travell, yet twere happy
If I may find a lodging thereat last,
Though my poore soule get thither upon crutches
It cannot stay, far-well, agen forgive me.
Pall.
He is dead.
Eup.
I pity him.
Enter Strozzi.
Str.
The prisoners waite.
Du.
Admit 'em.
Enter Bentivolio, Ardelia, Horatio.
Was your life so great a burthen
That you upon the rumour of our murder,
Would take the act upon you, though you had
Promis'd to be the traitor, or did you
Envy another man should owne the glory,
And title of our bloudy executioner.
Ben.
I, but confest the guilt I then beleev'd.
Du.
This is a mistery.
Ar.
I can best cleere it.
Sil.
Tis my wonder how?
Valerio was slaine.
Ben.
That I must answer,
Although my Sword then promis'd to another
Revenge, yet in the wound he met a Justice,
I now repent not.
Eup.
What's that gentleman.
Ho.
I am one Madam that do court my friend here,
So well that though he be in faire election
To loose his Head, or to be Strangled—
Had rather take such as I find with him,
Then live to be tormented with a woman.
Eup.
What woman.
Ho.
Any woman, without difference,
I have heard your grace has a good fame, and though
It does become your subjects to beleeve it,
I was not borne here Madam, and i've had
Such ill luck with your sex, it does not bind
Both faire, and honest women, but they were never
Under my acquaintance, no noe yet ilfavored,
In whom I onely look'd to find a soule,
But bost my labour. This is all truth Madam:
Eup.
His humour makes me smile.
Du.
Enough, not onely
Our pardon for Valerios death, I give
Thee back Ardelia, she was my Mistresse
But I returne her pure as thy owne wishes.
Ben.
This grace is mighty sir.
Du.
Weele see you married,
And what our person, and Euphemias
Can adde to grace you.
Ar.
Y'ave already blest us,
And heaven shower joyes upon you.
Du.
The next thing is to honor thee Pallante,
Thou savest my life, and didst now marrie me,
Thy faith is not rewarded.
Pall.
'Was my duty.
Ho.
What, is all well agen? and is she honest.
Ben.
Most innocent.
Ho.
Then shee's too good for thee,
Come the truth is, and now i'le speake my conscience
If there be few good women in the World,
The fault rise first from one of our owne sex,
By flattery, in false-hood to deceave 'em,
And so the punishment does but descend
To us in justice.
Ar.
That's some charity.
Du.
Come my Euphemia, this second knot
Shall be as firme as destiny, nor shall
What ever was to our chast vow a shame,
In my lives after Story have a name.
Exeunt Omnes.
FINIS.
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