_Fra_. This is worse then a whipping now; these Ladies Have no mercy on a delinquent. I must stand toot. There is no tyrant to a chamberwoman Made judg in such a cause; Ide give a Limbe To be quit now, but, if she choose, I am A Criple for this world.
_Do_. Ist possible a man and such a beast?
_La_. What punishment can be equall to the offence?
_Do_. He lookes with some compunction for his fault. Troth, Madam, choose an other night and trye Whether he will sleepe agen.
_Fra_. Mercifull wench! If we peece agen it shall be a good turne in thy way.
_La_. My husband is this day resolv'd for _London_; It is his humour, or els, worse, suspition. Ther's no pretence for him to stay behind.
_Do_. You have made ill use of your time, Sir _Francis_; I know not how to helpe you. Seaven yeare hence You may have such an other oportunitie.
_La_. Watch if my husband come not this way, _Dorothy_. --Well, sir, though your transgresse deserve no pardon, Yet I am charitable upon Condition--
_Fra_. Anything, Madam. This shewes exlent in you; No pennance shall displease so you absolve me. Bid me to clime some Rock or Pyramide, Upon whose narrow spire you have advanc'd My peace, and I will reach it or else fall, Lost to the world in my attempt.
_La_. You speake Gloriously; the condition that assures Your pardon, 's only this--that you conclude Here all your loose desires with a resolve Never to prosecute or hope to enjoy me.
_Fra_. Call you this Charity? let me rather loose Your pardon then for ever to be thus forfeited; Bind me never to see you (and yet that Were cruelty) then charme me to forgett That I am man or have a hart, and you A beauty, which your absence can as well Make nothing as devide from my adoring. It is not cure but killing to prescribe I never must enjoy you. If you have Resolv'd a Death upon me, let it bee When we like Lovers have embrac'd--
_Fra_. Nothing in love Can be impossible to willing mindes. Ile tell you, Madam--(sure the Divell has Forsworne the flesh)--there may be a plot. I have it! An exelent rare devise, if you but favour it. Your husband is imediately for _London_, I must in modesty ride with him; you Are left behind.
_Do_.--What a deale of submission these foolish men Trouble us women with, that are more forward To be friends agen then they are!