Fer. I and the Law implacably offend[e]d.
Gerrard's imprison'd, and to dye.
Viol. Oh Heaven!
Ferd. And you to suffe[r] with reproach and scoffs
A publick execution; I have sent you
An Antidote 'gainst shame, poison; by him
You have most wrong'd: give him your penitent tears.
Viol. Humh: 'tis not truth.
Ferd. Drink, and farewel for ever:
And though thy whoredom blemish thy whol[e] line,
Prevent the Hangmans stroke, and die like mine.
Viol. Oh woe is me for Gerrard: I have brought
Confusion on the noblest Gentleman
That ever truly lov'd. But we shall meet
Where our condemners shall not, and enjoy
A more refin'd affection than here;
No Law, nor Father hinders marriage there
'Twixt souls Divinely affi'd, as (sure) ours were:
There we will multiply, and generate joyes
Like fruitful Parents. Luckless Ferdinand,
Where's the good old Gentlewoman, my Husbands Aunt?
Ferd. Thrust from you Uncle [t]o all poverty.
Viol. Alas the pi[t]y: reach me, Sir, the cup;
I'll say my prayers, and take my Fathers Physick.
Ferd. Oh villain that I was, I had forgot
To spill the rest, and am unable now
To stir to hinder her.
Viol. What ail you, Sir?