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Actus quarti
Scæna prima.
Enter Mathias, Baptista.Baptista.
We are in a desperat straight, ther's no euasion
Nor hope left to come of, but by your yeelding
To the necessity, you must faine a grant
To her violent passion, or
Mathias.
What my Baptista?
Baptista.
We are but dead else.
Mathias.
Were the sword now heau'd vp,
And my necke vpon the blocke, I would not buy
An howers repriue with the losse of faith and vertue
To be made immortall heere, art thou a scholler
Nay almost without paralell, and yet feare
The many yeeres that by the course of nature
We may trauaile in this tedious pilgrimage,
And hou'd it as a blessing, as it is
When innocence is our guid, yet know Baptista
Our vertues are preferu'd before our yeeres
By the great iudge to dye vntaynted in
Our fame, and reputation is the greatest
And to loose that can we desire to liue?
Or shall I for a momentary pleasure
Which soone comes to a period, to all times
Haue breach of faith and periury remembred
In a still liuing Epitath, no Baptist,
Since my Sophia will go to her graue
Vnspotted in her faith, I'll follow her
With equall loyalty, but looke on this
your owne great worke, your masterpeese, and then
She being still the same teach me to alter.
Ha! sure I doe not sleepe! or if I dreame,
The picture altred.
This is a terrible vision! I will cleare
My eiesight, perhaps melancholly makes me
See that which is not.
Baptista.
It is to apparent.
I grieue to looke vpon't, besides the yellow
That does assure she's tempted there are lines
Of a darke colour, that disperse themselues
Ore euery miniature of her face, and those
Confirme.
Mathias.
She is turnd whore.
Baptista.
I must not say so.
Yet as a friend to truth if you will haue me
Interpret it, in her consent, and wishes
She's false but not in fact yet.
Mathias.
Fact Baptista?
Make not your selfe a pandar to her loosenes,
In labouring to palliate what a vizard
In her will decline from chastety, but found meanes
To giue her hot lust fukll? it is more
Impossible in nature for grosse bodies
Descending of themselues, to hang in the ayre,
Or with my single arme to vnderprop
A falling tower, nay in its violent course
To stoppe the lightning then to stay a woman
Hurried by two furies lust and falshood
In her full carier to wickednes.
Baptista.
Pray you tempter
The violence of your passion.
Mathias.
In extreames
Of this condition, can it be in man
To vse a moderation? I am throwne
From a steepe rocke headlong into a gulph
Of misery, and find my selfe past hope
In the same moment that I aprehend
That I am falling and this the figure of
My Idoll few howers since, while she cotinued
In her perfection that was late a mirror
In which I saw miracules shapes of duty,
Stayd manners with all excellency a husband
Could wish in a chast wife, is on the suddaine
Turnd to a magicall glasse, and does present
Nothing but hornes, and horror
Baptista.
You may yet
And 'tis the best foundation, build vp comfort
On your owne goodnes.
Mathias.
Noe, that hath vndone me
For now I hold my temperance a sinne
Worse then excesse, and what was vice a vertue,
Haue I refus'd a Queene, and such a Queene
Whose rauishing beauties at the first sight had tempted
A hermit from his beades, and chang'd his prayers
To amorous Sonets, to preserue my faith
My death with tortrne, since she could inflict
No lesse for my contempt, and haue I made
Such a returne from thee? I will not curse thee,
Nor for thy falshood raile against the sex
'Tis poore, and common, Ile onely with wise men
Whisper vnto my selfe, howere they seeme
Nor present, nor past times, nor the age to come
Hath heeretofore, can now, or euer shall
Produce on constant woman.
Baptista.
This is more
Then the Satirists wrot against 'em.
Mathias.
Ther's no language
That can expresse the poyson of these Aspicks,
These weeping Crocadiles, and all to little
That hath beeing sayd against 'em but I'll mould
My thoughts into another forme, and if
She can out-liue the report of what I haue donne
This hand when next she comes within my reach
Shall be her executioner.
Enter Honoria.
Baptista.
The Queene sir.
Honoria.
Wait our commnnd at distance, sir you haue to
Free liberty to depart.
Baptista.
I know my manners
And thanke you for the fauour.
Exit Baptista.
Honoria.
Haue you taken
Good rest in your new lodgings? I expect now
Your resolute answere, but aduise maturely
Before I heare it,
Mathias.
Let my actions Madam,
For no words can dilate my ioy in all
You can command with cherefulnes to serue you,
Assure your highnes, and in signe of my
Submission, and contrition for my error.
Of yours as poyson, taught humility now
Thus on your foot, and that too great an honor
For such an vndeseruer seales my duty,
A cloudy mist of ignorance equall to
Cimmerian darkenes, would not let me see then
What now with adoration, and wonder
With reuerence I looke vp to: but those foggs
Dispersd and scatterd by the powerfull beames
With which your selfe the Sun of all perfection,
Vouchsafe to cure my blindnes like a suppliant
As low as I can kneele I humbly begge
What you once pleasd to tender.
Honoria.
This is more
Then I could hope, what find you so attractiue
Vpon my face in so short time to make
This suddaine Metamorphosis? pray you rise;
I for your late neglect thus signe your pardon.
I now you kisse like a louer, and not as brothers
Coldly salute their sisters.
Mathias.
I am turnd
All spirit and fire.
Honoria.
Yet to giue some allay
To this hot feruor 'twere good to remember
The King, whose eies and eares are euery where
With the danger to that followes, this discouer'd.
Mathias.
Danger? a bugge beare Maddam let ride once
Like Phaeton in the the Chariot of your fauour,
And I contemne Ioues thunder though the King
In our embraces stood a looker on,
His hang-men and with studied cruelty ready
To dragge me from your armes, it should not fright me
From the inioying that, a single life is
Too poore a price for, O that now all vigour
Of my youth were recollected for an hower
That my desire might meete with yours and draw
The enuy of all men in the Encounter
Vpon my head, I should, but we loose time,
Honoria.
Pause yet a little
The bounties of the King, and what weighs more
Your boasted constancie to your machlesse wife,
Should not soone be shaken.
Mathias.
The whole fabricke
When I but looke on you, is in a moment
Oreturnd, and ruind, and as riuer's loose
Their names, when they are swalloed by the Ocean
In you alone all faculties of my soule
Are wholy taken vp, my wife, and King
At the best as things forgotten.
Honoria.
Can this be?
I haue gaynd my end now.
Mathias.
Wherefore stay you Madam?
Honoria.
In my consideration what a nothing
Man's constancy is.
Mathias.
Your beauties make it so,
In me sweet lady.
Honoria.
And it is my glory:
I could be coy now as you were, but I
Am of a gentler temper, howsoeuer,
And in a iust returne of what I haue suffer'd
In your disdaine, with the same measure graunt me
Equall deliberation I ere long
Will visite you againe and when I next
Appeare, as conquerd by it, slauelike wayt
On my triumphant beauty.
Exit Honoria.
Mathias.
What a change
Is heere beyond my feare but by thy falshood
Sophia not her beauty is it deni'd me
To sinne but in my wishes? what a frowne
In scorne at her departure she threw on me?
I am both waies lost; stormes of Contempt, and scorne
Are ready to breake on me, and all hope
Of shelter doubtfull I can neither be
Disloyall, nor yet honest, I stand guilty
On either part, at the worst death will end all,
Since I haue lou'd too much and liu'd too long.
Exit Mathias.
Scæna secunda.
Enter Sophia sola with a booke and a note.Sophia.
Nor custome nor example, nor vast numbers
Of such as doe offend make lesse the sinne,
For each particular crime a strict accompt
Will be exacted, and that comfort which
The damnd pretend, fellowes in misery,
Takes nothing from their torments, euery one
Must suffer in himselfe the measure of
His wickednes, if so, as I must grant
It being vnrefutable in reason,
Howere my Lord offend, it is no warrant
For me to walke in his forbidden paths,
What penance then can expiate my guilte
For my consent (transported then with passion)
To wantonnesse? the woundes I giue my fame
Cannot recouer his and though I haue fedd
These courtiers with promises and hopes
I am yet in fact vntainted and I trust
My sorrow for it with my purity
And loue to goodnes for it selfe, made powerfull
Though all they haue alleadg'd proue true or false,
Will be such exorcisines as shall command
This furie iealousie from me, what I haue
Determind touching them I am resolu'd
To put in execution, Within there?
Where are my noble ghests?
Enter Hilario, Corisca, with other seruants.
Hilario.
The elder Maddam,
Is drinking by himselfe to your Ladiships health
In Muskadine and egges and for a rasher
To draw His liquor downe he hath got a pie
Of marrow-bones, Potatos and Eringos,
With many such ingredients, and tis sayd
For a pound of Amber gris, and halfe a pecke
Of fishes cald Cantharides.
Corisca.
The younger
Prunes vp himselfe as if this night he were
To act a bridegroomes part, but to what purpose
I am ignorance it selfe,
Sophia.
Continue so.
giues a paper.
Let those lodgings be prepard as this directs you,
And fayle not in a circumstance, as you
Respect my fauour.
1 seruant.
We haue our instructions
2 seruant.
And punctually will follow 'em
Enter Vbaldo.
Exeunt seruants.
Hilario.
Heere comes Madam
The Lord Vbaldo.
Vbaldo.
Pretty on, thers gould,
To buy thee a new gowne, and ther's for thee,
Grow fat, and fit for seruice, I am now
As I should be at the height and able to
Beget a gyant, O my better Angell
In this you show your wisdoms when you pay
The lecher in his owne coyne, shall you sit puling,
Like a patient Grissell, and be laught at? no
This is a fayre reueng, shall we to it?
Sophia.
To what sir?
Vbaldo.
The sport you promisd.
Sophia.
Could it be donne with safety.
Vbaldo.
I warant you, I am sound as a bell, a tough
Old blade, and steele to the backe, as you shall find me
In the triall on your anuill.
Sophia.
So, but how sir
Shall I satisfie your friend to whom by promise
I am equally ingag'd?
Vbaldo.
I must confesse
The more the merier, but of all men liuing
Take heed of him you may safer run vpon
The mouth of a cannon, when it is vnlading
Sophia.
How! is he not holsome?
Vbaldo.
Holsome? I'll tell you for your good, he is
A spittle of diseases and indeed
More lothsome and infections, the tubbe is
His weekely bath; He hath not dranke this seauen yeare
Before he came to your house, but compositions
Of Sassafras, and Guacum, and drie mutton
His daily portion; name what scratch soeuer
Can be got by women and the Surgeons will resolue you
At this time or at that Ricardo had it.
Sophia.
Blesse me from him.
Vbaldo.
'Tis a good prayer Lady,
It being a degree vnto the pox.
Onely to mention him, if my tongue burne not hange me
When I but namd Ricardo.
Sophia.
Sir this caution
Must be rewarded.
Vbaldo.
I hope I haue marrd his market.
But when?
Sophia.
Why presently follow my woman
She knowes where to conduct you, and will serue
To night for a page, let the wast cote I apointed
With the cambricq shirt perfumd, and the rich cappe
Be brought into his chamber.
Ubaldo.
Excellent Lady.
And a candle too in the morning.
Corisca.
I will fit you.
Enter Ricardo.
Exeunt Vbaldo & Cor
Sophia.
So hot on the scent here comes the other beagle.
Ricardo.
Take purse and all
Hilario.
If this company would come often.
I should make a pretty terme on't,
Sophia.
For your sake
I haue put him off, he only begd a kisse
I gaue it and so parted.
Ricardo.
I hope better
He did not touch your lipps?
Yes I assure you.
There was no danger in it.
Ricardo.
No? eate presently
These lozenges, of forty crownes an ounce,
Or you are vndone.
Sophia.
What is the vertue of 'em.
Ricardo.
They are preseruatiues against stinking breath
Rising from rotten lungs.
Sophia,
If so your carriage
Of such deere antidotes in my opinion
May render yours suspected.
Ricardo.
Fie no I vse 'em
When I talke with him I should be poysond else.
But I'll be free with you. Hee was once a creature
It may be of Gods making, but long since
He is turnd to a druggists shoppe, the spring and fall
Hold all the yeere with him that he liues he owes
To art not nature, she has giuen him ore.
He moues like the faery King, on serues and wheeles
Made by his Doctors recipes, and yet still
They are out of ioynt, and euery day reparing
He has a regiment of whores he keepes
At his owne charge in a lazar house but the best is
There's not arose among 'em: Hee's acquainted
With the greene water and the spitting pill
Familiar to him, in a frosty morning
You may thrust him in a pottle pot his bones
Rattle in his Skinne like beanes tos'd in a bladder
If he but heere a coche the fomentation
The Friction with funigation cannot saue him
From the chine euill in a word he is
Not on disease but all, yet being my friend
I wil forbeare his caracter, for I would not
Wrong him in your opinion.
Sophia,
The best is
The vertues you bestow on him to me
Are mistries I know not but howeuer
I am at your seruice. Sirrha let it be your care
T'vncloth the gentleman, and with speed, delay
Ricardo.
Good, there's my hat, sword, cloke,
A vengeance on these buttons, off with my dublet
I dare show my Skinne, in the touch you will like it better
Prethe cut my codpeese poynt, and for this seruice
When I leaue them off they are thine.
Hilario.
I'll take your word sir.
Ricardo.
Deere lady stay not long.
Sophia.
I may come too soone sir
Ricardo.
No, no I am ready now,
Hilario.
This is the way sir.
Exeunt Hilario, and Ricardo.
Sophia.
I was much too blame to credit their reports
Touching my Lord that so traduce each other
And with such virulent malice, though I presume
They are bad enough, but I haue studied for 'em
A way for their recouerie.
The noyse of clapping a doore, Ubaldo aboue in his shirt.
Ubaldo.
What dost thou meane wench?
Why dost thou shut the doore upon me? ha
My cloths are taine away to! shall I starue heere?
Is this my lodging? I am sure the lady talkd of
A rich cappe, a perfum'd shirt, and a wastcote
But heere is nothing but a little fresh straw,
A pettycote for a couerlet and that torne to,
And an ould womans biggen for a night cappe,
Enter Corisca.
Slight tis a prison, or a pigstie, ha!
The windows grated with Iron I cannot force'em
And if I leape downe heere I breake my necke
I am betrayd, rogues villaines let me out
I am a Lord, and that's no common tittle,
And shall I be vsd thus?
Sophia.
Let him raue, Hee's fast
I'll parley with him at leasure.
Ricardo entring with a great noyse aboue, as fallen.
Ricardo.
Zoones haue you trap doores?
Sophia.
The other birds i'th cage too let him flutter.
Ricardo.
Whither am I falne into Hell?
Who makes that noyse there?
Helpe me if thou art a friend?
Ricardo.
A friend? I am where
I cannot helpe my selfe, let me see thy face.
Vbaldo.
How Ricardo! prethe throw me
Thy cloke, if thou canst to couer me I am almost
Frozen to death.
Ricardo.
My cloke, I haue no breeches
I am in my shirt as thou art, and heer's nothing
For my selfe but a clownes cast suite.
Vbaldo.
We are both vndone
Prethe rore a little, Madam.
Enter Hilario in Ricardos suite.
Ricardo.
Lady of the house.
Vbaldo.
Groomes of the chamber
Ricardo.
Gentlewomen, mi kemaydes.
Ubaldo.
Shall we be murthered?
Sophia.
Noe but soundly punish'd
To your diserts.
Ricardo.
You are not in earnest Madam?
Sophia.
Iudge as you find, and feele it, and now heere
What I irreuocablie purpose to you.
Being receau'd as ghests into my house
And with all it afforded entertaind
You haue forgot all hospitable duties,
And with the defamation of my Lord
Wrought on my woman weakenesse in reuenge
Of his iniuries, as you fashiond 'em to me,
To yeeld my honor to your lawlesse lust.
Hilario.
Marke that poore fellowes.
Sophia.
And so far you haue
Transgres'd against the dignity of men
(who should, bound to it by vertue, still defend
Chast ladies honors) that it was your trade
To make 'em in famous, but you are caught
In your owne toiles like lustfull beasts, and therfore
Hope not to find the vsage of men from me
Such mercie you haue forfeited, and shall suffer
Vbaldo.
How will you vse vs?
Sophia.
Ease and excesse in feeding made you wanton
A plurisie of ill blood you must let out.
By labour, and spare diet, that way got to,
Or perish for hunger, reach him vp that distaffe
With the flax vpon it, though no Omphale
Nor you a second Hercules, as I take it
As you spinne well at my command, and please me
Your wages in the coursest bread, and water,
Shall be proportionable.
Vbaldo.
I will starue first.
Sophia.
That's as you please.
Ricardo.
What will become of me now?
Sophia.
You shall haue gentler worke I haue oft obseru'd
You were proud to show the finenesse of your hands,
And softnes of your fingers, you should reele well
What he spins if you giue your mind to it, as ill force you
Deliuer him his materialls. Now you know
Your penance fall to worke, hunger will teach you
And so as slaues to your lust, not me I leaue you.
Exit Sophia. and seruants.
Ubaldo.
I shall spinne a fine thred out now
Ricardo.
I cannot looke
On these deuices but they put me in mind
Of rope-makers.
Hilario.
Fellow thinke of thy taske
Forget such vanities, my liuery there
Will serue the to worke in.
Ricardo.
Let me haue my clothes yet,
I was bountifull to thee.
Hilario.
They are past your wearing
And mine by promise, as all these can witnes
You haue no holydaies comming, nor will I worke
While these, and this lasts and so when you please
You may shut vp your shoppe windowes.
Exit Hilario.
Vbaldo.
I am faint
And must lye downe.
Ricardo.
I am hungry to, and could
Ocursed women
This comes of our whoring.
But let vs rest aswell as we can to night
But not ore sleepe our selues, least we fast to morrow.
They drew the curtaines.
Scæna tertij.
Enter Ladislaus, Honoria, Eubulus, Ferdinand, Acanthe, attendance.Honoria.
Now you know all sir with the motiues why
I forc'd him to my lodging.
Ladislaus.
I desire
No more such trials Lady.
Honoria.
I presume sir
You do not doubt my chastity.
Ladislaus.
I would not,
But these are strange inducements.
Eubulus.
By no meanes sir
Why though he were with violence ceasd vpon,
And still detaynd the man sir being no souldier
Nor vsd to charge his pike when the breach is open
There was no danger in't: you must conceiue sir,
Being relligious, she Chose him for a Chaplaine
To read old Homelies to her in the darke,
Shee's bound to it by her Cannons.
Ladislaus.
Still tormented
With thy impertinence.
Honoria.
By your selfe deere sir.
I was ambitious onely to ouer throw
His boasted constancy in his consent,
But for fact I contemne him, I was neuer
Vnchast in thought, I laboured to giue proofe
What power dwels in this beauty you admire so,
And when you see how soone it hath transform'd him,
And with what superstition hee addores it,
Determine as you please.
Ladislaus.
I will looke on
This pageant but.
Honoria.
When you haue seene and hard sir.
The passages, which I my selfe discouer'd,
And could haue kept conceal'd had I meant basely
Ladislaus.
well Ill obserue the issue.
Eubulus.
How had you tooke this Generall in your wife?
Ferdinand.
As a strange curiosity, but Queenes
Are priuiledgd aboue subiects, and tis fit sir.
Exeunt.
Scæna quarti.
Enter Mathias, Batista.Baptista.
You are much alterd sir since the last night
When the Queene left you, and looke cheerefully
Your dulnesse quite blowne ouer.
Mathias.
I haue seene a vision
This morning makes it good, and neuer was
In such security as at this instant,
Fall what can fall, and when the Queene appeares
Whose shortest absence now is tedious to me,
Obserue 'th incounter.
Enter Honoria, Ladislaus, Eubulus, Ferdinand Acanthe, with others aboue.
Baptista.
She already is
Entred the lists.
Mathias.
And I prepard to meete her.
Baptista.
I know my duty.
Honoria.
Not so you may stay now
As a witnes of our contract.
Baptista.
I obey
In all things Madam.
Honoria.
Wher's that reuerence,
Or rather superstitious addoration,
Which captiue like to my triumphant beauty
You payd last night? no humble knee? nor signe
Of vassall duty? sure this is the foote,
To whose proud couer, and then happy in it,
Your lipps were glewd; and that the necke then offer'd
To witnes your subiection to be trod on
Your certaine losse of life in the Kings anger
Was then to meane a price to buy my fauour.
And that false glowe worme fire of constancie
To your wife, extinguished by a greater light
To glorious to be look'd on) hath depriu'd you
Of speech, and motion: but I will take off
A little from the splendor, and descend
From my owne height, and in your lownesse heere you
Plead as a suppliant.
Mathias.
I do remember
I once saw such a woman.
Honoria.
How!
Mathias.
And then
She did appeare a most magnificent Queene
And what's more vertuous though somewhat darkned
With pride and selfe oppinion.
Eubulus.
Call you this courtship?
Mathias.
And she was happy in a royall husband,
Whom enuie could not tax, vnlesse it were
For his too much indulgence to her humors.
Eubulus.
Pray you sir obserue that touch, 'tis to the purpose
I like the play the better for't.
Mathias.
And she liu'd
Worthy her birth, and fortune; you retayne yet
Some part of her angelicall forme, but when
Enuie to the beauty of another woman
Inferior to hers, (one she neuer
Had seene but in her picture) had dispers'd
Infection through her veines and loyaltie
Which a great Queene as shee was should haue nourish'd
Grew odious to her
Honoria.
I am thunderstrocke.
Mathias.
And lust in all the brauery it could borrow
From maiesty, howere disguisde had tooke
Sure footing in the kingdome of her heart
(The throne of chastity once,) how in a moment
All that was gratious, great, and glorious in her
And woone vpon all hearts, like seeming shadowes
Wanting true substance vanish'd.
Honoria.
How his reasons
Worke on my Soule.
Mathias.
Retire into your selfe.
And be but as you were, and there's no offence.
So base beneath the slauery, that men
Impose on beasts, but I will gladly bow to.
But as you play, and iuggle with a stranger
Varying your shapes like Thetis though the beauties
Of all that are by Poets raptures Sainted
Were now in you vnited, you should passe
Pittied by me perhaps, but not regarded.
Eubulus.
If this take not I am cheated.
Mathias.
To slip once
Is incident, and excusde by humane fraylty,
But to fall euer damnable we were both
Guilty I grant in tendering our affection,
But, as I hope you will doe, I repented.
When we are growne vp to ripenesse, our life is
Like to this picture. While we runne
A constant race in goodnesse, it retaines
The iust proportion. But the iourneyes being
Tedious and sweet temptations in the way,
That may in some degree diuert vs from
The rode that we put forth in, ere we end
Our pilgrimage, it may like this turne yellow
Or be with blacknesse clouded. But when we
Finde we haue gone astray, and labour to
Returne vnto our neuer fayling guide
Vertue, contrition with vnfained teares,
The spots of vice wash'd off will soone restore it
To the first purenesse.
Honoria.
I am disenchanted
Mercy, O mercy heauens?
kneeles
Ladislaus.
I am rauished with
What I haue seene and hard.
Ferdinand.
Let vs descend and heere
The rest below.
Eubulus.
This hath falne out beyond
My expectation.
they descend.
Honoria.
How haue I wandred
Out of the tract of piety and misled
Of fawning sycophants (the bane of greatnes)
Could neuer meete till now a passenger
That in his charity would set me right,
Or stay me in my precipice to ruine.
How ill haue I return'd your goodnes to me?
The horror in my thought oft turnes me marble.
Enter the King and others,
But if it may be yet preuented, O sir,
What can I do to shew my sorrow or
With what brow aske your pardon?
Ladislaus.
Pray you rise.
Honoria.
Neuer, till you forgiue me, and receiue
Vnto your loue, and fauour a chang'd woman.
My state, and pride turn'd to humility henceforth
Shall waite on your commands, and my obedience
Steer'd only by your will.
Ladislaus,
And that will proue
A second and a better marriage to me, all is forgot
Honoria.
Sir I must not rise yet
Till with a free confession of a crime,
Vnknowne to you yet, and a following suite
Which thus I beg be granted.
Ladislaus.
I melt with you.
Tis pardon'd, and confirm'd thus.
Honoria.
Know then sir.
In malice to this good knights wife I practis'd
Ubaldo, and Ricardo, to corrupt her.
Baptista.
Thence grew the change of the picture.
Honoria.
And how far
They haue preuaild I am ignorant now if you sir
Or the honor of this goodman, may be intreated
To trauaile thither, it being but a dayes iourney
To fetch 'em off,
Ladislaus.
We will put on to night.
Baptista.
I if you please your harbinger.
Ladislaus.
I thanke you.
Let me embrace you in my armes, your seruice
Donne on the Turke compard with this waighs nothing.
I am still your humble creature.
Ladslaius.
My true friend
Ferdinand.
And so you are bound to hold him.
Eubulus.
Such a plante
Imported to your Kingdome, and heere grafted
Would yeeld more fruit then all the idle weedes
That sucke vp your raigne of fauour.
Ladislaus.
In my will
Ill not be wanting, prepare for our iourney.
In acte be my Honoria now, not name,
And to all after times preserue thy fame.
Exeunt.
The end of the fourth Act.
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