Bap. Mentivole.
Menti. My Lord.
Bap. Look on Clarissa, she's noble, rich, young, fair.
Mentivole. My Lord, and virtuous.
Bap. Mentivole and virtuous.—Madam.
Maria. Tyranny of Justice, I shall live reports derision,
That am compell'd to exchange a graceful Widdowhood
For a continual Martyrdome in Marriage,
With one so much beneath me.
Bap. I'll plead for ye
Boldly and constantly, let your daughter only
Admit my son her servant, at next visit,
Madam, I'll be a messenger of comfort.
Mentivole, be confident and earnest. [Exit.
Maria. Married again, to him too! better 'thad been
The young Man should have still retain'd the honors
Of old Alberto's son, than I the shame
Of making him successor of his bed; I was too blame.
Ment. Indeed without offence,
Madam I think you were.
Claris. You urge it fairly, and like a worthy friend.