Mer. I kneel and thank ye, Sir,
And I must say ye are truly honourable:
And dare confess my Will, yet still a Virgin;
But so unfit and weak a Cabinet
To keep your love and virtue in am I now,
That have been forc'd and broken, lost my lustre,
I mean this body, so corrupt a Volume
For you to study goodness in, and honor,
I shall intreat your Grace, confer that happiness
Upon a beauty sorrow never saw yet:
And when this grief shall kill me, as it must do,
Only remember yet ye had such a Mistriss;
And if ye then dare shed a tear, yet honour me:
Good Gentlemen, express your pities to me,
In seeking out this villany; and my last suit
Is to your Grace, that I may have your favour
To live a poor recluse Nun with this Lady,
From Court and company, till Heaven shall hear me,
And send me comfort, or death end my misery.
Qu. Take your own Will, my very heart bleeds for thee.
Ag. Farwell Merione, since I have not thee,
I'll wed thy goodness, and thy memory.
Leo. And I her fair revenge.
The. Away: let's follow it,
For he is so rank i'th' wind we cannot miss him. [Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Crates and Conon.
Cra. Conon, you are welcome home, ye are wondrous welcome,
Is this your first arrival?
Co. Sir, but now
I reacht the Town.
Cra. Y'are once more welcome then.