D'Am. Now, Monsieur Snuffe, what has my brother done?
Lang. Made his will, and by that will made you his heir with this proviso, that as occasion shall hereafter move him, he may revoke, or alter it when he pleases.
D'Am. Yes. Let him if he can.—I'll make it sure
From his revoking. [Aside.
Enter Montferrers and Belforest attended with lights.
Mont. Brother, now good night.
D'Am. The sky is dark; we'll bring you o'er the fields.
Who can but strike, wants wisdom to maintain;
He that strikes safe and sure, has heart and brain.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.—An Apartment in the same.
Enter Castabella.
Cas. O love, thou chaste affection of the soul,
Without the adulterate mixture of the blood,
That virtue, which to goodness addeth good,—
The minion of Heaven's heart. Heaven! is't my fate
For loving that thou lov'st, to get thy hate,
Or was my Charlemont thy chosen love,
And therefore hast received him to thyself?
Then I confess thy anger's not unjust.
I was thy rival. Yet to be divorced
From love, has been a punishment enough
(Sweet Heaven!) without being married unto hate,
Hadst thou been pleased,—O double misery,—
Yet, since thy pleasure hath inflicted it,
If not my heart, my duty shall submit.
Enter Levidulcia, Rousard, Cataplasma, Soquette, and Fresco with a lanthorn.