Bel. Who can be sad? out with these Tragick Lights,
And let day repossess her natural howres:
Tear down these blacks, cast ope' the Casements wide,
That we may jocondly behold the Sun.
I did partake with sad Merione
In all her mourning: let her now rejoyce
With glad Beliza, for Euphanes is
As full of love, full of humility
As when he wanted.
Mer. Oh—that.
Leo. Help, she faints:
Her grief has broke her heart.
Mer. No—that—that.
Ag. Mistris, what point you at?
Her lamps are out, yet still she extends her hand
As if she saw something antipathous
Unto her virtuous life.
Leo. Still, still she points,
And her lips move, but no articulate sound
Breathes from 'em: Sister, speak, what moves you thus?
Bel. Her spirits return.
Mer. Oh, hide that fatal Ring,
Where had it you Beliza?
Bel. What hid fate
Depends on it? Euphanes gave it me
As holy pledge of future Mariage.
Mer. Then is Euphanes the foul Ravisher?
Let me speak this and dye. That dismal night
Which seal'd my shame upon me, was that Ring,
The partner of my rob'd virginity.