L. Wh. Thou'st turn'd me into Marble; I am a Statue upon the Tomb where the Urn's inclos'd.
Mr. Prais. My Teeth chatter in my head.
Mr. Awd. Oh for a Couple of good Cudgels to warm the Coxcombs. (aside.
Mar. Well, dear Isabella, proceed.
Isab. Thou Mother Earth, bear thy wretched Daughter: Open thy all receiving Womb, and take thy groaning burthen in!
Mar. Now You'll see this Act, very full of Business. Come, Lord Whimsicall, and Amorous, hastily.
Enter Lord Whimsicall and Amorous.
L. Whim. Raise thee from Earth, thou most unhappy Wife of my most wicked Son! fly, whilst faithful Amorous and I Protect thee from what his Savage rage has doom'd.
Isab. What has he doom'd? alas, I dare not fly with you and Amorous.
Amo. Then leave me here to Death; follow your Father, and shun approaching Danger.