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Some honest hostesse Ere this has made a chamber pot of it. Crac. It is some rivalls ring and I will have it To weare in spight of him. Bel. Helpe, Sister, helpe. Enter Bonvill and Grimes. Bon. She shall not neede. It is my ring the villaine desires soe importunatly: what untuterd slave art thou that darst inforce aught from this gentlewoman. Crac. Whats that to you? you might have come before me.

I shall inculcate your desires unto him. Enter Thorowgood. 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.

Bel. What would you have don? Crac. Entreated you againe to have come behind me. Bel. O, my Bonvill, so happy a benefit no hand but thine could have administred. Crac. Nay, if you have more right to her than I, takt I pray you: would I were off with a faire broken pate. Suc. Is your life hatefull to you? Bon. Why doe you inquire, good puff past? Suc.

Hold your peace, be wise: that fellow In the blew garment has a countenance Presages losse of limme if we encounter. Ile meet you presently. Bon. It shall not serve your turne yet: Ile not blunt My sword upon such stock fish. Grimes, bestow Thy timber on them. Grimes. Suc. Bel. Oh, my Deare Bonvill. Bon.

With me, sweet Mr. Bonvill? Sir Geffrey, Pray you vouchsafe your absence; at more leasure We shall discourse. Sir Geff. Bon. Madam we are alone? Lady. You did desire we should. Bon. But are you sure none can oreheare us. Lady. Unles we be to loud: What mooves you to require this secresie? Bon.

Well considered; 'tis for our reputation. Enter Bonvill, Clarinna, Belizea and Grimes. Bon. Come, you are wantons both: If I were absent, You would with as much willingness traduce My manners to them. What Idiots are wee men To tender our services to women Who deride us for our paines! Cla. Bel. Nay, theres his Nephew, Crackby, your sweet servant. Clar. My Servant!

You had best be wary, Bonvill; the young cittizen or the souldier will rob you of her. Bon. O, we feare not them: shall we goe, sir? Lady. Nay, Ile detaine my servant. Bon. Harke you, sir, strike home; doe you heare? Lady. Servant, have you leasure To hear what I inioyne you? Tho. Your good pleasure. Lady. What shall I doe?

You may declare your will here are no eares But those I will not banish, were your busines More secret. Tho. Lady, I come to free My worthy freind and your owne servant, Bonvill, From an uniust suspition your conceite Retaines of him. Your mother did employ me In the unlucky message that pronouncd you Empty of honor. Bel. Has your worthles freind Hird you to sweare this? Tho.

Noe soule long tir'd with famine, whom kind death Has new enfranchisd from the loathed flesh, With happier expedition enters heaven Then mine thy bosome, Bonvill. Let our loves, Like plants that by their cutting downe shoot up, Straiter and taller flourish: we are now Inseperable. Cla. Your good fates, though I Repine not at them, makes my unhappy fortunes Appeare farr more disastrous. Bon.

Madam, I fear my friend Hath falne againe in love; he practises To himself new speeches; you and he are not Broke off, I hope. Lady. O, sir, I value my servant at a higher rate: We two must not easily disagree. Sir Alexander, attend in Mr. Bonvill. My daughter's up by this time, and I would have him give her the first salute.