Fred. My soule is griev'd, and it appals my blood
To see my father pusseld in such mood.
Yet shall shee dye, Ile doe as I have said;
With mine hand Ile chop off the Strumpets head.
Alberto. Kill her, my Lord, or let me have the honour.
Duke. Tigers would save her, if they lookt upon her;
Shee is so beautifull, so heavenly bright,
That she would make them love her for the sight.
Thou art more rude then such if thou proceede
In the execution of so vilde a deede.
Remember one thing, I did never love
Till thou, my Fredericke, broughtst that fatall Glove.
That and the Owners name thou didst descry;
Onely for that cause, let not my love dye.
Fred. O gods!
Duke. Cannot my kneeling serve, my teares prevaile,
When all helpes faile mee, yet this will not faile:
Proffer thy weapon to her beautious side,
And with her heart my heart I will divide.
Intreaty Ile urge none more then are past,
And either now relent or heres my last.
Fred. Stay: if I should relent, will you agree To sign our general pardon presently?
Duke. By heaven I doe, I freely pardon all And a reward I give in generall.
Fred. Then take her, you deserve her were shee better, Making your Crown and life to be her Debter.
Duke. Welcome a thousand times, welcome, sweete wife, Never more deare then now I have saved[205] thy life.
Valen. This more then kindnesse I turne backe to you, Doubling my chast vow to bee ever true.