And leave you to the mercy of these villains
That will not wooe ye much.

_Ana._ Save my reputation,
And free me from these slaves.

_Cler._ By this kiss I'le do it,
And from the least dishonour they dare aim at you,
I have a Priest too, shall be ready.

_Ana._ You are forward.

_Lam._ Is this my constant cousin? how she whispers,
Kisses and huggs the thief!

_Ana._ You'l offer nothing.

_Cler._ Till all be tyed,
Not as I am a Gentleman.

_Ana._ Can you relieve my Aunt too?

_Cler._ Not yet Mistris,
But fear nothing, all shall be well, away quickly
It must be done i'th' moment or--

_Ana._ I am with ye.

_Cler._ I'le know now who sleeps by me, keep your standing.
[_Ex._ Cler. _and_ Anabel.

_Lam._ Well, go thy way, and thine own shame dwell with thee.
Is this the constancy she shew'd, the bravery?
The dear love and the life she ow'd her kinsmen?
O brave tongue, valiant glorious woman!
Is this the noble anger you arriv'd at?
Are these the thieves you scorn'd, the rogues you rail'd at?
The scabs and scums of nature? O fair modesty,
Excellent vertue, whither art thou fled?
What hand O Heaven is over us, when strong virgins
Yield to their fears, and to their fears their fortunes?
Never belief come near me more, farewel wench,
A long farewel from all that ever knew thee:
My turn is next,
I am resolv'd, it comes
But in a nobler shape, ha?

_Enter_ Dinant.

_Din._ Blesse ye Lady.

_Lam._ Indeed Sir, I had need of many blessings,
For all the hours I have had since I came here,
Have been so many curses. How got you liberty?
For I presume you come to comfort me.

_Din._ To comfort you, and love you, 'tis most true,
My bondage was as yours, as full of bitterness
And every hour my death.

_Lam._ Heaven was your comfort.

_Din._ Till the last evening, sitting full of sadness,
Wailing, sweet Mistris, your unhappy fortunes,
(Mine own I had the least care of) round about me
The Captain and the company stood gaping,
When I began the story of my love
To you fair Saint, and with so full a sorrow,
Follow'd each point, that even from those rude eyes,
That never knew what pity meant or mercy,
There stole down soft relentings: take heed Mistris,
And let not such unholy hearts outdo you,
The soft plum'd god will see again; thus taken,
As men transform'd with the strange tale I told,
They stood amaz'd, then bid me rise and live,
Take liberty and means to see