Tho. Madam, theres one brings a sad message to you.
Lady. From whome, I pray you.
Tho. From two friends of yours Your cruelty has murdred,
Lady. My cruelty Never extended to that horrid height, Not to my foes. Who are they?
Tho. Your daughter, The innocent Belisia, and my friend, Her worthy suiter, Bonvill.
Lady. Your freind and my daughter dead and by my meanes!
This cannot be; my daughters sure in the house.
Good sir, unfould this ridle, it begetts
Wonder and terror in me.
Tho. Madam, you know with what a cruel messuage
You sent me to my friend, which provd as false
As your faire daughter virtuous. Why you did it
I will not question, nor upbraid you with
This violation of your faith.
Lady. This story Conduces nothing to the deathes you talkd of.
Tho. Yes, since then
A iust mistrust that you would crosse their match
Causd them last night privatly to steale hence
With an intention to have reacht the house
Where Bonvills mother lives; but see the fates
How they dispose of men! crossing the River
That runns beneath your orchard, and ith darke,
Their headstrong horses missing the ford overthrew them
And, which I cannot without true griefe utter,
There drownd them both.
Was it not soe, Grimes?
Grimes. Tis too sad a truth; and I,
After all meanes to save their life was past,
Lookd to my owne and got the shore: their bodies
I feare the violence of the tide has carried
Into the Sea by this time.