_Mar_. Madam, this Gent[leman] Desires to have you know him for your son: Tis he my sister _Clariana_, with your licence, Wishes for husband.
_Lady_. A proper Gent[leman]; Ime happy she has made So iuditious an election.[96] You are very welcome, sir: conduct him in, Sonn.
_Bon_. Persuade me I can hate Sleepe after tedious watching, or reiect The wholesome ayre when I've bin long choakd up With sicklie foggs: sooner shall--
_Lady_. Desist from protestations, or employ them Mong those who have no more discretion Then to beleive them.
_Lady_. You can in Justice now no more appeach Our mutabillities, since you have provd So manifestly [in]constant.
_Bon_. These are arts Orewhelme my dull capacity with horror: Inconstant!
_Lady_. Are the light faines erected on the tops Of lofty structures stedfast, which each wind Rules with its motion? credulous man, I thought My daughters reall vertues had inspired thee With so much confidence as not to loose The estimation of her honor for My bare assertion, without questioning The time or any the least circumstance That might confirm't. I did but this to try Your constancy: farewell. [_Exit_.
_Bon_. What witch had duld my sense That such a stuped Lethurgie should sease My intellectuall faculties they could not Perceive this drift! If she be virtuous, As no man but an heretick to truth Would have imagind, how shall I excuse My slanderous malice? my old fire renewes And in an instant with its scortching flames Burnes all suspicon up.
_Bon_. What Cherubim has left the quire in heaven And warbles peacefull Anthems to the earth? It is her voyce, that to all eares speakes health, Only to mine. Come charitable mist Hide me, or freindly wherlewind rap me hence, Or her next accent, like the thunderers, will Strike me to dust.
_Bel_. Sir, I come not With resolution (though my innocence May justly arme [me]) to declare my truth; For I am going where your slander cannot (Had it bin greater) blast me. I desire This for my past love, that youle retaine Your wrong opinion to yourselfe, not labour To possesse others with it, to disgrace Our yet unspotted family.
_Bon_. If you want A partner in your greife, take me along That can teach you and all the world true Sorrow.