Ordel. Amazement
Has so much wove upon my heart, that truly
I feel my self unfit to hear, oh Sir,
My Lord has slighted me.
Mart. Oh no sweet Lady.
Ordel. Robb'd me of such a glory by his pity,
And most unprovident respect.
Mart. Dear Lady,
It was not meant to you.
Ordel. Else where the day is,
And hours distinguish time, time runs to ages,
And ages end the world, I had been spoken.
[Mart.] I'll tell you what it was, if but your patience
Will give me hearing.
Ordel. If I have transgrest,
Forgive me, Sir.
Mart. Your noble Lord was counsel'd,
Grieving the barrenness between you both,
And all the Kingdom with him, to seek out
A man that knew the secrets of the gods,
He went, found such [a] one, and had this answer,
That if he wou'd have issue, on this morning,
For this hour was prefixt him, he should kill
The first he met, being Female, from the Temple;
And then he should have children, the mistake
Is now too perfect, Lady.
Ordel. Still 'tis I, Sir,
For may this work be done by common women?
Durst any but my self that knew the blessing,
And felt the benefit, assume this [dying]
In any other, 't'ad been lost, and nothing,
A curse and not a blessing; I was figur'd;
And shall a little fondness barr my purchase?
Mart. Where should he then seek children?