With balme of thine owne teares; or be assur'd
Never to rest free from my haunt and horror.
Mont. See how she merits this, still kneeling by,
And mourning his fall, more than her own fault!
Umb. Fri. Remove, deare daughter, and content thy husband:165
So piety wills thee, and thy servants peace.
Tam. O wretched piety, that art so distract
In thine owne constancie, and in thy right
Must be unrighteous. If I right my friend,
I wrong my husband; if his wrong I shunne,[170]