Bon. Dare I when
I have bin long opresd with a disease,
Wish pleasing health? theres vertue enough here
To excite beleife in Moores that only women
Have heavenly soules.
Lady. This is admirable:
Did my intention tend to love, as soone
I should embrace your motion in that kind
As any others, wert but to afford
Some small lustracon for the wrong my daughter
Intended you; nay, to confesse my thought,
I feele a strong propension in my selfe
To yeild to you; but I am loath,[95]—your youth
Will quickly loath me.
Enter Y[oung] Marlowe and Thurston.
Mar. Madam, this Gent[leman]
Desires to have you know him for your son:
Tis he my sister Clariana, with your licence,
Wishes for husband.
Lady. A proper Gent[leman]; Ime happy she has made So iuditious an election.[96] You are very welcome, sir: conduct him in, Sonn.
[Exeunt Young Marlowe and Thurston.
Bon. Persuade me I can hate
Sleepe after tedious watching, or reiect
The wholesome ayre when I've bin long choakd up
With sicklie foggs: sooner shall—
Lady. Desist from protestations, or employ them Mong those who have no more discretion Then to beleive them.
Bon. How, Lady?
Lady. You can in Justice now no more appeach Our mutabillities, since you have provd So manifestly [in]constant.