your person,
And wisht me prosperous in your love, wish you so,
Be wise and loving Lady, shew but you so.

_Lam._ O Sir, are these fit hours to talk of love in?
Shall we make fools of our afflictions?
Can any thing sound sweetly in mine ears,
Where all the noise of bloody horrour is?
My Brother, and my Cousin, they are dead Sir,
Dead, basely dead, is this an age to fool in?
And I my self, I know not what I shall be,
Yet I must thank you, and if happily
You had ask'd me yesterday, when these were living,
And my fears less, I might have hearkned to you.

_Din._ Peace to your grief, I bind you to your word.

_Enter_ Cleremont, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote,
_Nurse, the two Gentlemen._

_Lam._ How? do you conjure?

_Din._ Not to raise dreadfull apparitions, Madam,
But such as you would gladly see.

_Lam._ My Brother, and nephew living?

_Beau._ And both owe their lives
To the favour of these Gentlemen.

_Verd._ Who deserve
Our service, and for us, your gracious thanks.

_Lam._ Which I give freely, and become a suitor,
To be hereafter more familiar [_Kisse._
With such great worth and vertue.

_1 Gent._ Ever think us
Your servants, Madam.

_Cler._ Why if thou wilt needs know
How we are freed, I will discover it,
And with laconick brevity: these Gentlemen
This night incountring with those outlaws that
Yesterday made us prisoners, and as we were
Attempted by 'em they with greater courage,
(I am sure with better fortune) not alone,
Guarded themselves, but forc'd the bloody thieves,
Being got between them, and this hellish Cave,
For safety of their lives, to fly up higher
Into the woods, all left to their possession,
This sav'd your Brother, and your nephew from
The gibbet, this redeem'd me from my Chains,
And gave my friend his liberty, this preserv'd
Your honour ready to be lost.

_Din._ But that
I know this for a ly, and that the thieves
And gentlemen, are the same men, by my practice
Suborn'd to this, he does deliver it
With such a constant brow, that I am doubtfull,
I should believe him too.

_1 Gent._ If we did well,
We are rewarded.

_2 Gent._ Thanks but takes away
From what was freely purpos'd.

_Cler._ Now by this hand,
You have so cunningly discharg'd your parts,
That while we live, rest confident you shall
Command _Dinant_ and _Cleremont_; nor _Beaupre_,
Nor _Verdone_ scents it: for the Ladies, they
Were easie to be gull'd.

_1 Gent._ 'Twas but a