Farewel, I leave thee with the greatest Curse,
Condemn’d to Woman, Hell affords no worse.
[Exit, breaking from him.
Friendly solus, rising in a Passion.
Fri. Death and Destruction, am I thus despised! Condemned to Woman’s Lust, and scorn’d by Man. By Bonvile too, after imploring, like a School-Boy, at his Feet—My Blood boils high, and scalds my very Heart! My inward Grief calls on me for Revenge, and I am all on fire! O that I had the proud Bonvile here now at my Feet, I’de use him worse than he did me before.
But since that open Force yields no Relief,
Private Revenge shall ease my swelling Grief.
With Thoughts of Jealousy I’ll fill his Soul,
Which shall its Powers of all their Rest controul.
Thus for a Woman I’ve begun a War,
And for her sake must damn my Soul like her.
[Exit.
SCENE the Second.
Enter Nurse, Compass, and his Wife.
Nurse. Indeed you must pardon me, I can’t let ye see the Child; to tell you the Truth, I am commanded to the contrary.
Comp. Commanded! Prethee who commanded thee?
Nurse. The Father.