Rich. These eyes could not endure y beauties wrack,
You should not blemish it, if I stood by;
As all the world is cheared by the Sunne,
So I by that: It is my day, my life
An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day, & death thy life
Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature,
Thou art both
An. I would I were, to be reueng'd on thee
Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall,
To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee
An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable,
To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband
Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband,
Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband
An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth
Rich. He liues, that loues thee better then he could
An. Name him