LUCY.
He is my husband, & high heaven doth know,
With what unwillingness I went to Church.
But you enforced me, you compelled me to it:
The holy Church-man pronounced these words but now:
I must not leave my husband in distress,
Now I must comfort him, not go with you.
LANCELOT.
Comfort a cozener? on my curse, forsake him.
LUCY.
This day you caused me on your curse to take him:
Do not, I pray, my grieved soul oppress,
God knows my heart doth bleed at his distress.
LANCELOT.
O Master Weathercock,
I must confess I forced her to this match,
Led with opinion his false will was true.
WEATHERCOCK.
Aye, he hath over-reached me too.
LANCELOT. She might have lived like Delia, in a happy virgin’s state.
DELIA.
Father, be patient, sorrow comes too late.
LANCELOT.
And on her knees she begged & did entreat,
If she must needs taste a sad marriage life,
She craved to be Sir Arthur Greenshood’s wife.
ARTHUR.
You have done her & me the greater wrong.
LANCELOT.
O, take her yet.