Abig. I cannot chuse, seeing my father bids.— Nothing but death shall part my love and me. [Aside.320
Lod. Now have I that for which my soul hath longed.
Bar. So have not I, but yet I hope I shall. [Aside.
Abig. O wretched Abigail, what hast thou [76] done? [Aside.
Lod. Why on the sudden is your colour changed?
Abig. I know not, but farewell, I must be gone.
Bar. Stay her, but let her not speak one word more.
Lod. Mute o' the sudden; here's a sudden change.
Bar. O, muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrew's guise, That maidens new betrothed should weep awhile: Trouble her not; sweet Lodowick, depart:330 She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir.
Lod. O, is't the custom? then I am resolved: But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim, And nature's beauty choke with stifling clouds, Than my fair Abigail should frown on me.— There comes the villain, now I'll be revenged.