Thu. Feare it not; yonder she goes; I'll tell her of it, sheele not denie it.
Cla. Mr. Thurston, whether do you walke soe fast?
Thu. O, Clarianna, are you there?
Cla. Nay, stay, I have a suite to you.
Thu. I would
Be loth to offend your eyes; when we last met
You chargd me never to behold you more.
Cla. I did indeed, but on mature advice
I have reclaimd that imposition.
You shall behold me dayly, talke with me,
Doe all the acts that love with Innocence
Can suffer, if youle but overrule your will
To graunt me one request.
Thu. You wrong my faith
In questioning my graunt of any thing
You can desire wer't to undoe my selfe
Or combate miseries as yet unheard of,
You[r] least breath may expose me to them.
Cla. Nay, in this theres no danger; if there be A real happines on earth, this way You shall arrive to it.
Tho. He were unwise Would he not graunt it then.
Thu. Please you declare it.