_Tho_. Heaven and good Angells guard you!
_Lady_. What inhumaine creatures Are you that rob me of the priviledge Of wellcome death, which I will run to meet Spight of your malice!
_Tho_. Oh decline those thoughts; Let not the lucid tapers of your soule, Bright grace and reason, fondly be extinct. Essentiall virtue, whether art thou fled, To what unknowne place? wert thou hid mongst ro[cks] Or horid grots where comfortable light Hates to dispence its luster, yet my search Should find thee out, reduce thee to this brest Once[124] thy lovd Paradice. Pray, madam, pray: From those faire eyes one penetentiall teare Would force whole legions of heavens brightest Sa[ints] If they have power to intercede for earth To beg for mercy for you.
_Lady_. These are toyes Forgd to delude mortality: let me die And afterwards my uncontroled Ghost Shall visitt you. I only goe and aske How my _Belisia_ does enioy her health Since she exchangd her native ayre of earth For those dull regions. If I find the clime Does to our constitutions promise life, Ile come to you and in those happy shades Will live in peace eternally.
[[125]_Cla_. Alas, I feare shees Irrecoverable. Twas Ill don to affright her thus.
_Mag_. Expect the best: The Gentleman will perswade her.
_Tho_. O, dispaire, Grimme homicide of soules, how thou involvst More haplesse creatures in distracted Ills Ore [w]home thou triumpst; but Ile fright thee hence: No feind shall add a trophy to thy acts For victory over her.] Deare madam, heare me: You had a noble husband, while he livd; And I beleive That no perswasion cold have forcd you yeild To vitiation of his honord bed, Not with a prince. And will you give your soule, Which heaven in its creation had designd A bride to faire eternity of blisse, By vild procurement of hells bawd, despaire, To prostitution of unnaturall death And then of woes erelasting which admit Noe diminution? Can you heare this, Madam, And does the flintie substance of your heart Not thaw, like to a hill of _Russian_ Ice When fires applid to't? Yes, your eyes demonstrate It[126] melts already.
_Cla_. Deare Mother, please you walke Into your Chamber: here the wind is cold And may disease your weaknes.
_Mag_. Here is your vayle, and't please your ladiship.