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Scæna Secunda.

Enter Arabella, with the Jaylor.
Jayl.

Madam, I will conduct you to him once again, but you
must be very secret, for I hazard my life and reputation,
if my Lord Borasco have intelligence of this, for he gave me
strict command this morning, that I should admit none to him but
his confessor.

Ar.
I shall be very secret, I warrand you.

Jayl.
Come then, soft Madam, soft.

Exeunt, she enters again with Marciano.
Ar.
For heavens sake good my Lord,
Vpon my knees I beg it—

Marc.
This is impossible; I cannot do it;
Prove not a sweet Remora any more,
I'me now resolv'd: look to thy self, fair gemme.

Ar.
Cannot the tears of innocence prevaile.
Where is your courage now? what? are you cool?
Is all that noble blood, that formerly
Run in your veines exhausted? must a woman
Become your Trumpeter, and stirr your spirits
Since 'tis but death at all hands—

Marc.
Prethee hold,
I would most willingly (as what man will doubt)
Procure my liberty by what ever meanes
But—O here lyes my fear, thou, thou bright love,
May come to suffer by it—

Ar.
Ah my Lord.
Consider pray' that I have liberty
To go abroad at pleasure: I have gain'd
The Lord Borasco's favour: he will grant me
That which some dare not ask, nay must not think on.
I'le follow you without the least suspition.
Consider that—Strenuo hath promised
To entertaine the Jaylor in his cups,
While you be safely escap'd.

Marc.
I'le hazard then:
Bright angel of my fancy, see you follow
Immediatly, for e're you should endure
The rebells censure, I would rather forfait
A thousand lives.

Ar.
Doubt not of that, my Lord.

Marc.
Then once for all—O my good stars direct me.

Ar.
Farewell, my Lord, goodnesse protect you still

Embraces.
Marc.
Farewell pure quintessence of my affection
Farewell, pray heavens grant us a joyfull meeting.

Exit.
Ar.
Now, now at length, I hope he shall escape;
O supreme powers, assist him now, or never,
And ease my soul of its long burning fever.

Exit.