Jul. O unhappy wench!
How has my zeal abus'd me; you that guard virtue,
Were ye asleep? or do you laugh at innocence?
You suffer'd this mistake? O my dear Virolet!
An everlasting curse follow that forme
I strook thee in, his name be ever blasted:
For his accursed shadow has betray'd
The sweetness of all youth, the nobleness,
The honour, and the valor; wither'd for ever
The beauty and the bravery of all mankind:
O my dull, devils eyes.
Vir. I do forgive you,
By this, and this I do; I know you were cozen'd;
The shadow of Ronvere, I know you aym'd at,
And not at me; but 'twas most necessary,
I should be struck, some hand above directed you:
For Juliana could not shew her justice
Without depriving high heaven of his glory,
Or any subject fit for her, but Virolet:
Forgive me too, and take my last breath sweet one,
This the new marriage of our souls together;
Think of me Juliana, but not often,
For fear my faults should burthen your affections,
Pray for me, for I faint.
Jul. O stay a little,
A little little Sir. [Offers to kill her self.
Vir. Fye Juliana.
Jul. Shall I outlive the virtue, I have murder'd?
Vir. Hold, or thou hat'st my peace, give me the dagger,
On your obedience, and your love, deliver it.
If you do thus; we shall not meet in heaven sweet;
No guilty blood comes there; kill your intentions,
And then you conquer: there where I am going,
Would you not meet me Dear?
Jul. Yes.
Vir. And still love me?
Jul. And still behold you.
Vir. Live then till heaven calls you.
Then ripe and full of sweetness you rise sainted.
Then I that went before you to prepare,
Shall meet and welcome you, and daily court you
With Hymnes of holy Love—I go out,
Give me your hand, farewell, in peace farewell,
Remember me, farewell. [dyes.