Sir Hu. I am happie to see so blesd a period.
Sir Gef. Ha, ha, widdow, are you come of thus, widdow? You may thanke me: I hope youle have me now, widdow.
Lady. This soddaine comfort,
Had I not yet a relique left of greife,
Would like a violent torrent overbeare
The banks of my mortallity. Oh, Thurston,
Whom I respect with a more sacred love
Then was my former; take my blessing with her
And all the wishes that a ioyfull mother
Can to a child devote: had my Belisia
And her deare Bonvill livd, this happy day
Should have beheld a double wedding.
[Suc.[137] Death, must he have her then?]
Sir Hu. Spoake like a mother.
Tho. Madam,
The surplusage of love that's in my breast
Must needs have vent in gratulation
Of your full ioyes. Would you mind your promise,
And make me fortunate in your love!
Lady. Sir, I have vowd,
Since by my meanes my daughter and her love
Perishd unhappily, to seclude my selfe
From mans Society.
[Bonvil, Belisia, and Grimes discover.
Tho. Weele cancell
That obligation quickly.—Lady, I now
Will urge your promise: twas a plot betwixt us
To give them out for drownd, least your pursuite
Should have impeachd their marriage, which is now
Most iustly consummate; and[138] only I
Remaine at your devotion for a wife.
Lady. Take her, And with me a repentance as profound As Anchorites for their sin pay.