Bon. Mistrisse, I sent an advocate to plead
My guiltless cause: you, too[117] severe a Judge
Forbad him audience; I am therefore come
Once more to prove my innocence.
Cla. Come, without Ceremony Forgive you her and she shall pardon you Most willingly.
Bon. Can you have soe much mercy, You soe much goodnes?
Bel. Noe soule long tir'd with famine, whom kind death
Has new enfranchisd from the loathed flesh,
With happier expedition enters heaven
Then mine thy bosome, Bonvill. Let our loves,
Like plants that by their cutting downe shoot up,
Straiter and taller flourish: we are now
Inseperable.
Cla. Your good fates, though I Repine not at them, makes my unhappy fortunes Appeare farr more disastrous.
Bon. Whats thy misfortune?
Bel. Alas, my mother has crost her in her affection as she did us.
Bon. She shall
Crosse ours no more. Belisia, if youle
Be ruld by me you shall away with me;
None but you sister shall be privy to it,
And sheele keepe Councell.
Bel. Ile goe any whither To enjoy thy presence; theres no heaven without it.
Bon. You shalbe advertisd where she remaines, And certifie us how your mother takes it: When we are married we shall live to thanke you.