_Thu_. Can a man Robd of a Jewell deare to him as breath Affect the theife, O murdresse?--for that title Best suites thy impious quality, since thy curse, Thy cruell curse, imposd uppon my love, Has massacred two of the faithfulst hearts Affection ere united. Though your lust Desir'd smooth youth to sate it, piety Might have reclamd you for attempting me, Your daughter's interest.--Ile not rayle Cause tis unman[ner]ly,[109] untill you find What 'tis to cause true lovers prove unkind. [_Exit_.
_Lady_. Was I a sleepe? What transitory dreame Deceivd my sense? did I not here my love Protest affection? no, it was some feind Vested in his mortallity, whome hell Sent to abuse my weaknes.
_Lov_. She has bin sure tormented with that furie which cla[pt] me on my shoulder. She talkes of Hell, love and affection. Ha, goe to and goe to! the old Knight my Mrs. Goast, I hope does not haunt the house.
_Lady_. Twas he, Ime certaine on't; I felt his lips, And they were flesh; they breath'd on mine a warmth Temperate as westerne kisses which the morne Weaps liquid drops to purchase. This confirmes It was no apparition that contemnd My willingnes, but he, his reall selfe, Mockt my integrity: he must not passe soe, To blase abroad my infamy.
_Lov_. Madam, feare nothing, be not troubled; the Goast meant no harme to you, uppon my life he did not; Goe to and goe to, I say and I sayt, he did not. He did appeare to me--your love, your husband, my old Mr.--here, clapt me on the shoulder, as his old custome was still when he usd to talke with me familiarly.
_Lady_. But, Sirrah, what familiarity Have you with any of my privasies? Sausie groome, practise your ancient duty.
_Lady_. O, deare boy, What haplesse fate exposd thee to the veiw Of this [sic] sad mothers sorrowes? but I charge thee, As thou respects thy duty, not to question The cause of my distemper; my iust feares Prohibits thee the knowledge of it.
_Lov_. Why, Sir, she has seene the Divell.
_Lov_. Nay, Madam, I have don; they say the Divell has no power ore a Drunkard; once more Ile run the hazard.
_Y. M_. Whoe, what is he? speake, For heavens sake, speake: were he defensd with clouds Or circled with unsteadfast boggs, my rage Should cut a passage to him.