Jul. Women at more years Sir,
Have met that blessing; 'tis in heavens high power.
Law. You never can have any.
Pand. Why quick Lawyer?
My Philosophical Lawyer.
Law. The Rack has spoil'd her
The distentions of those parts, hath stopt all fruitfulness.
Pand. O I could curse.
Jul. And am I grown so miserable,
That mine own pitty must make me wretched?
No cause against me, but my love and duty?
Farewell Sir, like obedience, thus I leave you,
My long farewell: I do not grudge, I grive Sir,
And if that be offensive, I can dye,
And then you are fairly free: good Lady love him;
You have a noble, and an honest Gentleman,
I ever found him so, the world has spoke him,
And let it be your part still to deserve him:
Love him no less than I have done, and serve him,
And heaven shall bless you; you shall bless my ashes;
I give you up the house, the name of wife,
Honor, and all respect I borrowed from him,
And to my grave I turn: one farewell more,
Nothing divide your Loves, not want of Children,
Which I shall pray against, and make you fruitful;
Grow like two equal flames, rise high and glorious,
And in your honor'd age burn out together:
To all I know, farewell.
Ronver. Be not so griev'd Lady,
A nobler fortune.
Jul. Away thou parasite.
Disturb not my sad thoughts, I hate thy greatness.
Ron. I hate not you, I am glad she's off these hinges,
Come, let's pursue. [Ex. Ronvere and Law.
Pand. If I had breath to curse thee,
Or could my great heart utter, farewell villain,
Thy house, nor face agen. [Exit Pand.