 | Monsieur Thomas |  |
SCENE III.
Enter Michael, and Valentine.Mich.
Good Sir go back again, and take my counsel,
Sores are not cur'd by sorrows, nor time broke from us,
Pull'd back again by sighs.
Val.
What should I do friend?
Mich.
Do that that may redeem ye, go back quickly,
Sebastians Daughter can prevail much with her;
The Abbess is her Aunt too.
Val.
But my friend then
Whose love and loss is equal ty'd.
Mich.
Content ye,
That shall be my task if he be alive,
Or where my travel and my care may reach him,
I'le bring him back again.
Val.
Say he come back
To piece his poor friends life out? and my Mistress
Be vow'd for ever a recluse?
Mich.
So suddenly
She cannot, hast ye therefore instantly away Sir,
To put that Daughter by; first as to a Father,
Then as a friend she was committed to ye,
And all the care she now has: by which priviledge
She cannot do her this violence,
But you may break it, and the law allows ye.
Val.
O but I forc'd her to it.
Mich.
Leave disputing
Against your self, if you will needs be miserable
Spight of her goodness, and your friends perswasions.
Think on, and thrive thereafter.
Val.
I will home then.
And follow your advice, and good, good Michael.
Mich.
No more, I know your soul's divided, Valentine,
Cure but that part at home with speedy marriage
E're my return, for then those thoughts that vext her,
While there ran any stream for loose affections,
Will be stopt up, and chaste ey'd honour guide her.
Away, and hope the best still: I'le work for ye,
And pray too heartily, away, no more words.
[Exeunt.
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