2 Cour. I am sorry for young Gabriella then,
A Maid reputed, ever of fair carriage,
For he has been noted visiting.
1 Court. She is gone then,
Or any else, that promises, or power,
Gifts, or his guilful vows can work upon,
But these are but poor parcels.
2 Court. 'Tis great pity.
1 Court. Nor want these sins a chief Saint to befriend 'em,
The Devil follows him; and for a truth, Sir,
Appears in visible figure often to him,
At which time he's possest with sudden trances,
Cold deadly sweats, and griping of the conscience,
Tormented strangely, as they say.
2 Court. Heaven turn him:
This marriage-day mayst thou well curse, fair Hellen.
But let's go view the ceremony.
1 Court. I'll walk with you. [Exeunt.
[Musick.
Enter Gabriella, and Maria above. And Laval, Bride, States in solemnity as to marriage; and pass over; viz. Duke, Marine, Longaville.
Mar. I hear 'em come.
Gab. Would I might never hear more.