Mar. Let 'em all go.
And now let us rejoyce, now freely take me,
And now embrace me Virolet, give the rites
Of a brave Husband to his love.
Vir. I'll take my leave too.
Mar. How take your leave too?
Vir. The house is furnish'd for you,
You are Mistress, may command.
Mar. Will you to bed Sir?
Vir. As soon to hell, to any thing I hate most;
You must excuse me, I have kept my word.
You are my Wife, you now enjoy my fortune.
Which I have done to recompence your bounty:
But to yield up those chast delights and pleasures,
Which are not mine, but my first vowes.
Mar. You jeast.
Vir. You will not find it so, to give you those
I have divorc'd, and lost with Juliana,
And all fires of that nature—
Mar. Are you a Husband?
Vir. To question hers, and satisfie your flames,
That held an equal beauty, equal bounty—
Good heaven forgive; no, no, the strict forbearance,
Of all those joys, like a full sacrifice,
I offer to the sufferings of my first love,
Honor, and wealth, attendance, state, all duty,
Shall wait upon your will, to make you happy,
But my afflicted mind, you must give leave Lady,
My weary Trunk must wander.