[Exit.
(SCENE 2.)
Enter Belisea, Clariana and Thorowgood.
Bel. You may declare your will[97] here are no eares But those I will not banish, were your busines More secret.
Tho. Lady, I come to free
My worthy freind and your owne servant, Bonvill,
From an uniust suspition your conceite
Retaines of him. Your mother did employ me
In the unlucky message that pronouncd you
Empty of honor.
Bel. Has your worthles freind Hird you to sweare this?
Tho. I'me none that live By selling oathes.
Bel. Ile scarce believ't; he shall not
With all his cunning policie regaine
My good opinion of him. Sir, you cannot
Doe a more pleasing office then to leave me:
I do not love to heare of him.
Tho. Your pleasure rules me. [Exit.
Cla. Belisea, you did ill Not to heare out the Gent[leman].