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SCENE IV.

A Hall.
Enter Biancho, Neice, and women, and Pedro.
Ped.
Nay prithee Child:

Bia.
Away, and give me Liberty to vent my Griefs,
I know you not, you are all my Enemies;
Why do ye preach up patience for my woes,
Yet Bar the Remedy that would procure it?

Ped.
What's the matter now?

Nei.
Why she has heard of Carlos's misfortune,
And nothing can appease her:

Ped.
Why Biancha, thou shalt see Don Carlos,
I'le carry thee to him:

Bia.
No, 'tis too late:

Ped.
He's hurt, but not destroy'd, he will recover:

Bia.
'Tis Equally to me, Dye or Revive,
If he recovers, Dorothea has him,
If not I cannot;
For should I follow him to the other world,
And he retains the Passion which he fell for;
I in Elizium shall neglected pass.
The wretched pitty of each happy pair.

Ped.
No, 'twill be better, the match is broke,
Thy Rivall loves another, and when he's sensible
What you endure, I'm sure his Soul will
Readily Embrace you.

Bia.
What, must I tell him that I Love him then?
No, let my feaver dry me first to Ashes,
If Heaven deprives me of my Virgin-Love:
Oh! mark me with its figure on my Soul,
That by the Token you may know hereafter
What here I wanted, and present him there.

Ped.
Wilt thou not hear me?

Bia.
You would not me when I entreated harden:
Oh heart-hard Stubborn heart break or forget
Thy Passion.

Ped.
Dost thou desire to see thy Father dead?

Bia.
Father, what Father?—Fathers love their Children,
Indulge their tender tempers, fond their humours,
And when they are just, comply with their desires;
Mine unregarded, heard me sue and sigh,
Nay, like a common beggar past me by,
As if entreating were a Trade I practic'd.

Ped.
Neice, do thou solicit for me, friends all
I beseech ye.

[They shake their heads.
Bia.
Well 'twon't be long e're I shall go abroad,
And walk in Paradice with my dear Love;
A Terras-walk we'le have above the rest,
Which shall be sprinkled o're each morn with Pearl,
And bruised by Rowling Stones of Diamonds,
Drawn by two Angells, Lovely as himself,
Whilst wondring Saints shall listen to our Songs
And learn from us how to be truly happy.

Ped.
Heav'n guard your Sences:

Bia.
[Sings.

Ped.
Follow her all, Come Neice—

[Exit.
[Exeunt all but Neice.
Neice.
So this I hope will do
'Twas rarely Acted,
If she can keep it up the Man's her own,
Oh Children bred by Nature to deceiving,
And Silly Parents cheated by beleiving;
When I have any, if a Man will take me,
As 'twould be hard if they should all forsake me:
Girles, I especially would watch their waters,
For Mothers by themselves may guess their Daughters.