University of Virginia Library

Act. 5.

Scæn. 1.

Enter King (reading a Letter) three Princes, Lords, Austella.
Au.
To force me chuse a husband, yet bar the rights
Of marriage! But I must bear it, since my Father
And my King esteem it fit.

1 Pr.
What is the number of the Kings army, sir?

K.
Ten thousand Horse.

2 Pr.
What Foot?

K.
None that appears, but doubtless they are coming
After: Princes, you may now manifest your love
To me and to my daughter, by raising forces
To assist me in this need.

3 Pr.
You have a powerful enemy, and doubtless
By some injury highly incens'd.

K.
Rather his power far exceeds mine;
'Tis that which makes me crave assistance from you;
My daughter, although married, is yet a Virgin;
'Tis possible, in time, that she may prove a widow:
These arguments may witness to you
I mislike her choice.

1 Pr.
Indeed she looks as if she were not pleas'd.

2 Pr.
But shall we credit this? lay he not with her?

K.
Not by my honor; perhaps he never shall,
Though all were carried formally to please the people,
Who are enamour'd of him now, more then
My daughter is.

3 Pr.
Sir, though I cannot think there's likelihood
That any of us should ever enjoy your daughter,
Yet I will promise what assistance I can give.

2 Pr.
The like do I, and for that cause we'll take
Our leaves.

K.
I rather thought you would have writ for forces,
And with your personal assistance and advice
Help to secure this City.

1 Pr.
So we we should lose our selves to no purpose:
The King will suddenly with his Troops of horse,
If his design lie hither, appear before the walls,
And close us in: where if we leave you now,
We may return hereafter to your rescue.

K.
I dare not force, although I would perswade
You.

All 3:
Lady, we wish much happiness,
Till we return to serve you.

Ex. Princes.
K.
Now thou fond girl, thou mayst perceive what
Thou hast done to chuse a husband of the common
Rank; these Princes might have been a bulwark
To defend against the powerful foe:
Whate'r they seem, they for thy sake
Will now prove enemies, I fear.

Au.
If you have done no wrong, sir, why should you
Fear? This King, whom you believe comes to
Invade, hath his dependance from the Gods,
And they can change or overturn all his designs:

K.
Thus thou didst ever speak with piety
And wisdom, which made me in thy choice
Expect a worthy son in law.

Enter Agenor.
But thou hast brought shame and disgrace upon me.

Exit.
Aust.
The Gods give this allay unto my joy,
Lest in possessing you, I should contemn
Their happiness.

[Weeps]
Age.
My dearest Mistress, (for by that title I must call you)
He that does give you cause to weep,
Could have no other priviledge but that of
Father, to defend his heart from shedding
Crimson drops: But since it is your will,
I must with patience hear yours, and my
Injuries.

Au.
Alas, my Lord, consider his years
Make him incapable to feel our fires:
Titles and riches only please old age,
And with those favors Princes often die:

Age.
But yet his memory, methinks, might tell
Him by looking upon you, what his desires
Were when he married; and certain, Madam,
You have little of your mother in you,
That can obey so cold a precept,
Where heaven allows too, only man forbids.

Au.
But yet that man's my Father and my King.

Age.
Remember that my interest in what is just
Exceeds both these: pardon the violence of
My desires, which makes me urge this truth,
Since it arises from your beauties: but haply
You do repent your choice, won by your
Fathers threats or promises.

Au.
Although unkind, yet I must grant you
Not unjust, in this suspition. Those sparks
Which quickly grow a flame, do oft
As hastily extinguish; perhaps you know
This by experience, that you so quickly
Find my guilt, indeed before it had a being,
But what you may instruct me to hereafter
By your example.

Age.
No more, fair soul, I only urg'd it
To obtain that which your Father bars me from,
Your bed; we must not differ thus, being one:
And yet such gentle quarrels only divide us
So, as to behold the beauty of each others
Love, proving at last the proper cement
Of a true affection.

Au.
Upon a reconcilement, friends (they say)
Are ever kindest: What is't you can deny
Me then?

Age.
Nothing that's in my power to grant.

Au.
Tell me your name and country, my dear husband.

Age.
When I do really possess that title,
By this kiss I will.

Au.
Are we not married?

Age.
But I am ashamed to tell my name or quality,
And yet my wife a maid: When I do know you
Perfectly, you shall do me.

Au.
Now you are wanton, and I do not love you:
But where's the pretty youth you promis'd me?

Age.
He will not tell you who I am, believe me.

Au.
Well, I'll not ask; pray you let me see him.

Age.
You shall; he waits without,—remember
That she knows not who I am.

Enter Clorinda.
A lovely beauty! what majesty dwels in her eye,
How earnestly she looks upon me!
He hath not sure betray'd me to her scorn.

Au.
I never saw so sweet a Youth;
That blush becomes him strangely.

Age.
Mistress, I here present a Kinsman to you,
One that hath given such testimonies
Of his love to me, I never shall forget.

Au.
You cannot speak that goodness, which his looks
Not promise; however the tye that is
Betwixt you, does oblige me.

Clo.
I am betrayed, and she does know me.

Au.
Are you not well sir?

Clo.
Madam, I have a grief of a sad nature
Does oppress me.

Au.
Of body, or of mind?

Clo.
Of both; and if I not express it, my heart will burst.

Age.
What can this mean?

Clo.
Looking upon your beauty, and considering
Your happy fortune, ay me! the very posture
You are now in adds to my affliction: Oh I am sick!

Age.
Fond man, what have I done?

Au.
Call for some Cordial.

Clo.
No Madam, now it needs not; the qualm begins
To pass, perhaps you wonder, Madam,
That the love betwixt you two should move
This passion.

Au.
Indeed I think it strange, unless you do believe
That he hath made a choice unworthy of him.

Clo.
By all the Gods, I never saw a Lady yet
That I could think each way so excellent;
And for your love to him, no story's known
That equals your affection:

Aust.
What might the cause then be of your distemper?

Clo.
I had an only sister, which of all the world I loved,
And she was sued to by many Princes,
One above her far in birth, but more in merit,
At least she thought so; such power hath vows
And shews of service. I oft have known them sit
As you do now; their hands fast join'd, their eyes
Fixt upon either, their sighs with all the eloquence
Of love, vowing an everlasting constancie;
But O false Agenor!

Age.
Lost for ever!

Clo.
So was he call'd; he soon forsook her for another Mistress.

Au.
'Twas not the Prince of Burgonia, that loved your sister?

Clo.
Yes, he that loved, and left her and his faith for ever.

Au.
It was no wonder, he betray'd his Father;
But certainly some heavy punishment attends him
Wheresoe'r he is.

Clo.
Perhaps he wanders up and down, to make more women
Wretched.

Au.
He's too much hated, to return back to his Country.

Age.
Oh misery!

Clo.
Madam, I by my sister was enjoin'd to seek him
Through the world.

Age.
Now she discovers all.

Au.
Whither?

Age.
I know the story; he hath told it,
And made me strangely sad: Trust me, I am much
Displeas'd that you should near it, for that cause;
The King too I know will wonder where you are.

Au.
Let him, I needs must hear the rest—
And did you ever find the perjur'd Prince?
—Sit down again.

Clo.
Madam, I think I shall discover him.

Age.
It were as good he did himself.

Clo.
I heard what Country he was fled to,
Who in his company.

Au.
What Country's made unhappy by so base
A burden? yet I have heard his person
Promis'd much, a handsom man.

Clo.
Madam, trust me my sister had in him
All outward arguments that might produce
A passion; only you know there was no faith
Within; yet there was written in his face
All nobleness, which I dare say you will confess,
I have his picture.

Age.
Nay then—

Au.
What mean you?

Age.
I would not see a Piece, where Nature
Is so much disgrac'd.

Clo.
Good heavens, what have I done with it?
I lookt on it this day.

Age.
O you Gods, what mercy's this she shews me!

Enter Lady.
Thom.
The King calls for you.

Clo.
Sure, Madam, I have left it at my chamber.

Au.
I pray you find it, I must see it.

Clo.
Yes Madam:—Alas, you need it not that have
The substance: Justice commands this should remain with me;
True shadow, real misery.

Exeunt.
Enter Clarimant, Clindor, Merchant, Captain, and Soldiers.
Clar.
If what you have inform'd me be not truth
Expect to suffer death; for on your word
I have alter'd my design, given the King
Time to gather men into the City; so as if now
He will be obstinate, he may endure a siege
Some days.

Mer.
With pardon sir, there can be no great inconveniencie
By what I did inform; the Herald you have sent
Will soon return with answer to your demand.
But for your Brothers marriage to the Princess
Austella, there were so many witnesses of that,
My testimony will ere long be useless.

Clar.
Good heavens, can it be possible? my brother married,
And not unto Clorinda? False Agenor!

Clind.
She may be dead, sir.

Clar.
Ha! what sayst thou, Scriech-owl? That thought
Begets a fear that chils my heatt;
One way or other there is death sure: Leave me,
All leave me!
[Exeunt all but Clar.]
I see no way for comfort; the least of mischief
Is to have a Traitor to my brother:
But rather be Agenor false, then she be dead:
In him our sex is only stain'd; in her the joy
And excellence of both is lost for ever.
Heaven could not be so cruel: Vertue and all pure thoughts
Now by her happy influence are gathering strength,
I know it by my self; and should she fall
Unripened for the grave, the Gods losing in her
Their brightest image, must likewise want
Much of their adoration. If she were dead,
He that so soon can love again, may, she alive,
As well forget his faith: Then she thus injured
May reflect a comfortable beam on me.
Vain and irrational hopes! his breach of faith
Were equal to her death; and dare I think
That she can do an act imperfect,
To admit a second love? But powerful time!—
No time can make me cease to be his brother.
Yet even beyond all these, if I remain my self
There is no hope, since her injunction was,
That I should never see, or speak to her:
And even since that upon mistakes, degrees of hatred
Are increas'd; my griefs summ'd up, my miseries
Are such, as they do leave no comfort
But in their abundance, whose weight must quickly
Press me to the grave.
These miracles do only grow from love,
That grief in their excess should comforts prove.

Exit.
Enter King.
Avarice, thou bane of man, that steal'st into
Our souls with promises of happiness,
But ever pay'st us with disturbance!
The same in its effect is Pride, that sets
A gloss upon our selves and actions,
And throws contempt on others more deserving.
Covetous to keep a treasure, made me detain
What I unjustly stood possest of:
Ambition made me use with scorn and injury
My daughters husband, even whilst he was in birth,
Although unknown, that which I wisht, a Prince;
And now when I do know his blood and value,
Fear of this storm that hovers o're my head
Must force me to deliver him up to his brother,
Although he be in birth that brothers King.
O you just Powers! thus do you make the
Breaches of your laws for our own covetous
And ambitious ends, the proper instruments
To execute your wrath by. Most noble Prince,
The injuries that I have done to you and Justice,
Humbles me thus low upon my knees
To beg your pardon.

Enter Agenor, Austella, (severally.)
Au.
Ay me! this scorn exceeds all former wrongs:

Age.
Sir, what you do intend by this, I know not;
But well I know the posture cannot suit you:
You are my Father, sir, 'tis not your cruelty
Or injustice shall make me fail in duty;
The sense of my first breach that way
Still dwells within me: Rise sir, I do beseech you.

K.
I would not till you pardon.

Au.
Alas sir, why do you mock us thus?
For all our injuries must be the same,
Howe'r you strive for to divide us:

K.
No, Austella, these tears be witness of
My real sorrow: The Gods inspired thee
When thou chose this worthy Prince.

Au.
How sir?

K.
But found me too unworthy of a beam of light
Till now; that knowledg proves my greatest curse,
Since our misfortunes are remediless:

Au.
You have too soon, sir, rob'd me of the joy
To know he is a Prince, by this expression
Of your fears for something that's to come;
But sir, in this you were indeed the faulty person.

Age.
I fear I shall be found such.

Au.
Could you conceal such joys from me?
But I must pardon you all faults,
You are a Prince, I dare not chide you.

Age.
Upon your hand let me express my thanks:
But will you freely pardon for what I have
Conceal'd?

Au.
Gladly I do.

Age.
You will not sure.

Au.
Be your doubts clear'd by this.

[Kisses him]
K.
Daughter, you grant what you should beg:
Let that inform you who your husband is,
[A Letter]
My injuries to him, and our misfortunes.

Au.
Still your conclusions fright me: Good sir read it your self,
Or rather in some gentler circumstantial way
Inform what it expresses.

K.
First know, this paper does contain the Kings
Demands, who with his Army hath now inclos'd
The City, which how we can deny or grant—

Au.
Pray read sir.

K.
reads.
Your own injustice hath drawn me into your Country;
Yet I take so kindly the alliance you have contracted
With my brother Agenor—

Au.
Agenor!

K.
reads.
That if you will deliver up the Isle of Ceris belonging
To my Crown, and my Brother to me alive, I will quit
Your Country, well satisfied with my charge; but if in
Any part of this you fail of an exact performance,
To morrow I hope to make my own conditions.
Be advised by him who appearing your worst enemy,
May in this councel prove your greatest friend—Clarimant:

Au.
Oh Agenor!

Age.
Now can you pardon?

Au.
Now can I die; O fate, where have you plac'd my love?

Age.
Do you repent? I ne'r was false to you,
Nor ever can be.

Au.
Let not my Father hear; I must forgive,
You are my husband:

K.
I cannot blame your sorrow; your fortune does command
A plenteous showre, in which I willingly could bear a part,
If reason did not tell me councel and advice
Better becomes my quality: I mean not councel
From my self to you, but that we all advise
Since equally concern'd, what's to be done.

Age:
Methinks justice and reason both chalkt out the way
Of your proceeding.

K.
As how, dear son?

Au.
Too late, sir, from your heart you yield that attribute.

K.
Austella, thy reproof is just.

Age.
With pardon, sir, it is not; all the fault is mine,
And justice bids me bear the punishment.
Yield sir to all my brother Clarimant desires,
Since by his speedy unexpected coming
Your forces nor supplies from others can be useful.

K.
The treasure and the Isle most willingly I will surrender,
(Would it pleas'd heaven we all were there!
'Gainst that no forces could prevail.)
But to deliver you, that by your death
He may secure himself, first let destruction
Seise on me, already ripen'd for the grave.
My brother, sir, did ever love me,
Perhaps so as his brother; but now you are
His King in justice, but self-respects will point you
Out the object of his fear, not of his reverence.

Age.
He cannot be so impious to kill me.

Au.
You shall not trust him.

Age.
Consider then what hazard all must run,
The lives of thousands, a Kingdoms utter ruine.

K.
Alas, 'tis true:

Age.
You may perish too, but in my hazard all
Are safe; 'twere madness to dispute it further.

Au.
What safety, and you lost?

Age.
No loss, if you consider truly what I merit:
You are a Virgin yet; I freely give you back
Your vows; justly you might revoke them
As not intended to a perjured person,
Such you now find I was.

Au.
But such I hope you are not now to me:

Age.
Think me such if I miscarry,
'Twill make your grief the less.

Au.
But my guilt more in that suspition:
Did I not think you loved me, yet duty
Does command me share in all that you can suffer:
But confident your heart is here, till death,
Nor then, I must not leave you.

K.
The glory of the action makes you too partial
To your selves; we must dispute this further
With my Councel.

Au.
In vain you will dispute, if you intend to part
What heaven hath join'd, which rules both power and art.

Exeunt.
Enter Philant. and Strato.
Phi.
Well, I perceive that we shall lose a noble Prince:
How happy had we been in his succession!

Stra.
Without all doubt the King his brother
Will soon by policie or force destroy him;
Possession of a Crown will kill all natural
Respects of blood.

Phi.
But why then should we not resist?
Justice hath a strong arm.

Stra.
Yet in apparent dangers, fear still overcomes
Our faith and courage; but here's impossibility:
Our City, though great and populous, hath but poor walls:
The Kings army, now his Footmen likewise
Are come up, are not without a miracle
To be resisted.

Phi.
But was't not most dishonorable to invade us
Without proclaiming war?

Stra.
To speak to you the truth, it was but justice:
Did not our King detain a mass of treasure
To which he had no right?

Phi.
'Tis true,—but—

Stra.
But what? Come, come, all unjust actions
However they seem profitable for the present,
Involve a curse within them; which when we find,
We must not lay the blame on others:
The best way to appease the Gods
When we have done amiss, is to confess;
Then mercy follows, or our blows wound less.

Exe.
Enter Clindor and Soldiers
1 So.
Think you they will surrender the treasure,
And yield Agenor to our King, or bide the brunt
Of war?

Clind.
I'll tell thee what I fear, and what I wish;
And if thou doest not so, thou art an ass.

1 So.
Well, speak:

Cli.
I fear they will surrender, I wish they would not:
O Lads, might we but come to one assault,
We should be Lords, we that do venture blows;
Where in these Treaties we are sure to have
The worst on't: If peace be the conclusion,
Would I had been imployed upon the Treaty.

1 So.
Why, what wouldst thou have done?

Cl.
Heard no reason, nor offer'd any: the first condition
Should have been, that all the handsom young
Women and maids in the City should have come
Stark naked to have known our pleasure;
Then the rich men with their jewels and bags
Of mony; then the King with a rope about his neck.

1 So.
Stay there.

Clind.
That may be your period, 'tis not mine
Then for the Prince Agenor—

1.
What of him?

Clind.
Nothing but good, I love him well,
He was a stirring youth, and bountiful,
But yet not like our King: were the people not
So base, he should (might I advise) be left Viceroy
To govern, and I to govern him.

1 So.
In my conscience should our King shew him that favour,
Thou would'st perswade him to rebell against his brother.

Clind.
By this light I think I should, I love to be in action strangely.

1 So.
That love may chance to bring you to a preferment
You have courted long, and in my conscience well deserv'd:
Others that were less worthy when Agenor fled,
I saw advanc'd.

Clind.
I understand you now, you are a bitter Rascal;
And here's my hand, if ere there be more broils,
For this thy kind remembrance I'll cut thy throat.

1 So.
I thank you sir, I'll look for't.

Exeunt.
Enter Clarimant, Captains, Attendants, Souldiers.
Clar.
See all things order'd as I gave command:
I long to see the perjur'd Traitor,
That I may do a justice
To my Fathers ghost, and injur'd Mistress.

Enter Clindor.
The King, his daughter Austella are coming,
With your brother Prince Agenor.

Clar.
Traitor Agenor! It seems they mean
To bear him company in death; Attend them in—
Do all just as I did direct.

Enter Agenor, Austella, King, Lucidor.
Age.
Brother, you see the advantage of your power
Forces this visit.

Cla.
'Twill prove to you a sad one: Seise the Rebel.

Capt.
In the dead and living Kings names we do arrest you.

Age.
And I in my own name, your King
In justice, command you hold.

Au.
O sir!

[She kneels.]
Clar.
Rise Madam; your intercession must not interpose
In this, alone of power to save the lives
Of many Princes.

Age.
Just heaven, he's taken!
This was the mischief I fear'd.

Cla.
No Madam; justice alone commands me to surrender
This where it is due.

The Captains put the Crown on Agenor's head.
Omnes.
Long live Agenor,
King of Burgonia.

K.
This is not real, sure.

Age.
What mockery is this?

Clar.
O brother, the Crowns of Princes
Are things to which we owe a reverence,
Not to be us'd in sport; what are their
Sacred persons then?

Au:
Let me fall down and worship:
What a strange God-like race of men
These pair of Brothers are!

Clar.
Madam, I must not suffer that which I am
Infinitely pleas'd with, since it expresses
Your excess of love unto my brother.

Age.
I am confounded with such unexpected
Courtesie, that I am lost in all acknowledgment
That may express the power that you
Must ever hold upon me.

Clar.
What I have done, justice commanded from me
If not, my love hath still been such to you
My brother, that had I been the Monarch
Of the earth, your power should have been equal.

K.
This action is so noble, that it does make
Us more your servants then all force could effect,
You have subdued our minds.

Clar.
You set so high a price on Justice,
That you confirm my resolution;
Though from the actions I must do,
Will seemingly arise my proper smart.

Age.
Command our fortunes, and our lives.

Clar.
The hazard of your life is that I must demand.

Age.
As how to be imployed?

Clar.
In taking mine.

Age:
Yours! what do you mean?

Clar.
To kill you, if you cannot me:
I must not live, knowing whom you have injured,
And not endeavor to revenge.

Age.
You cannot be in earnest sure;
If so, look here.

Clar.
Could you behold the Image in my heart,
In the true splendor that it wears;
You would not bid me view another object,
Excellent I confess, if not compared:

Age.
Brother, if you thus press me,
I shall forget all you have done;
Since there's no benefit so great, but may be
Cancell'd by the doer.

Clar.
I wish what I have done, had in it all
That could oblige, that I did love you more,
If possible, that you were nearer to me
Then a brother, since all degrees of interest
Serve but like steps to raise the glory of my love
And justice higher.—
Chuse which you please—
He offers 2 swords.
This; the time and place?

Age.
Be witness heaven, with what unwillingness:
Yet since you, Honour and love engage me:
I'll offer to my Goddess (lest she suspect my zeal)
A much loved Brothers blood.

Au.
O Soldiers! will you suffer thus the worlds Glories
To ecclipse themselves?

Cla.
Madam, in vain you urge;
I did before engage them by an oath,
Whatever I commanded, to obey me.

Au.
Cannot my prayers or tears? O dear my Lord!
Your brother's young, and by the glory
Of his passion, hath lost much of his reason:
Consider what a mischief even victory
Must prove to either:

Age.
Necessity enforces me to accept the combat.
All circumstance consider'd, how more then base,
Ingrate, must I appear? how dull a sense
Shall I express of your perfections,
To hear another magnified above you?

Au.
If I with that dispence, who can complain?

Age.
Such dispensations makes your value more,
And so adds to the justice of my cause.

[Enter Clorinda.]
Au.
To you I turn then: Will you needs end
An action so gloriously begun, in blood?
A brothers murder, or your own? What you have done,
Shewed you a Demy-god, ecclipsing all
That story hath recorded: but such an end
As you design, will cast you from the height
Of all your glory, and leave you to posterity
A hated name.

Cla.
If so, yet still I stand engaged: Love, and my fate
Appoint this way to shew the ardure of my flame,
Which by no common action could be witness'd.
To that you urge, add this: I know I am
Inferior to my brother in skill and strength;
Yet what to others have been bars in combats,
To me prove arguments impulsive.
In short, the Deity that I adore's prophan'd,
Contempt and scorn thrown on her:
If by a feeble arm she right herself,
It more does manifest her power;
However I shall fall, since hers, a happy
Sacrifice.

Clo.
Hold! rather a wretch prophane, and most
Injurious to that Deity, to whom thy false
And counterfeit devotion seems directed.

Clar.
O you Gods! Grant thy self mad, rather
Prove such; or by what's dearest to me,
I'll pierce thy heart.

Clo.
Do so.

Clar.
Ha!

Clo.
I shall be known.

Clar.
Have I not seen a face resembling this?

Clo.
Does the guilt with which I justly tax you,
Abate your rage? let Gods and men hear what
I urge, nay, your own conscience be a Judge;
And if I then be found injurious, kill me;
No hand is fitter to give conclusion
To my misery.

Clar.
How am I lost! this is no time for talk:
Soldiers, remove him.

Clo.
Hear me!

Clar.
Away with him.

Clo.
By what you hold the dearest, I conjure you
Hear me! Deny that, and so make good
All I accuse you of.—This is some hope
He knows me not.

Clar.
If I consent, by the same power
You may command me cease the combat.

Clo.
I swear the contrary.

Clar.
Be brief then; and for this interruption,
Soldiers, I conjure you by your oath
To kill him when the combat's ended,
My innocence acquits you from his blood.

Clo.
Answer me then, you that pretend your self
So great a Votary to Love, and friend to
Justice: Is't lawful for any who is not
A Priest, to offer sacrifice?

Clar.
None may.

Clo.

Clar.
'Tis she; for who could else so powerfully
Condemn me?

Clo.
What I have spoke, is in my own defence,
Who am till now unknown, a brother
To the injured person; and had there been
A wrong resented by those that were concern'd,
So far as blood might expiate, my sword
Of yours in justice had precedence.

Clar.
She would not have me know her: I must confess
Your former words have made so deep impression
In me, by sometime touching upon truth,
That here the difference with my brother ends.
But what you last urg'd concerning the
Precedence of a Brothers sword, I am so far
From granting, that if my reason
Cannot alter your opinion, my sword shall force you
To deny it, when time doth better fit.

Clo.
Most gladly.

Clar.
In how poor things does she and Fortune
Give me power to serve her!

K.
Most excellent Prince! how much we all do owe
You for our present happiness!

Age.
For me, I hold my Crown, my life, nay more,
Possession of my fair Austella.

K.
Since by the mercy of the Gods, the storm
That hung over our heads threatning blood
And ruine, is thus removed; let us with joyful
Hearts haste to the Temple, and there by
Hecatombs of sacrifice express our thanks:

Clo.
Whilst I
That cause this joy, prepare to die:

Clar.
O thou great Deity, observe her scorn!
What I have done, was fore-design'd by thee:
Revenge! but let her punishment prove love of me.

Exeunt omnes.