r you this life, and proud 'twould please you.

_Guio._ Shall I have justice?

_Gover._ Yes.

_Rut._ I'le ask it for ye,
I'le follow it my self, against my self.
Sir, 'Tis most fit I dye; dispatch it quickly,
The monstrous burthen of that grief she labours with
Will kill her else, then blood on blood lyes on me;
Had I a thousand lives, I'd give 'em all,
Before I would draw one tear more from that vertue.

_Guio._ Be not too cruel Sir, and yet his bold sword--
But his life cannot restore that, he's a man too--
Of a fair promise, but alas my Son's dead;
If I have justice, must it kill him?

_Gov._ Yes.

_Guio._ If I have not, it kills me, strong and goodly!
Why should he perish too?

_Gover._ It lies in your power,
You only may accuse him, or may quit him.

_Clod._ Be there no other witnesses?

_Guio._ Not any.
And if I save him, will not the world proclaim,
I have forgot a Son, to save a murderer?
And yet he looks not like one, he looks manly.

_Hip._ Pity so brave a Gentleman should perish.
She cannot be so hard, so cruel hearted.

_Guio._ Will you pronounce? yet stay a little Sir.

_Rut._ Rid your self, Lady, of this misery;
And let me go, I do but breed more tempests,
With which you are already too much shaken.

_Guio._ Do now, pronounce; I will not hear.

_Dua._ You shall not,
Yet turn and see good Madam.

_Gove._ Do not wonder.
'Tis he, restor'd again, thank the good Doctor,
Pray do not stand amaz'd, it is _Duarte_;
Is well, is safe again.

_Guio._ O my sweet Son,
I will not press my wonder now with questions--
Sir, I am sorry for that cruelty,
I urg'd against you.

_Rut._ Madam, it was but justice.

_Dua._ 'Tis [t]rue, the Doctor heal'd this body again,
But this man heal'd my soul, made my minde perfect,
The good sharp lessons his sword read to me, sav'd me;
For which, if you lov'd me, dear Mother,
Honour and love this man.

_Guio._ You sent this letter?

_Rut._ My boldness makes me blush now.

_Guio._ I'le wipe off that,
And with this kiss, I take you for my husband,
Your wooing's done Sir; I believe you love me,
And that's the wealth I look for now.

_Rut._ You have it.

_Dua._ You have ended my desire to all my wishes.

_Gov._ Now 'tis a wedding again. And if _Hippolyta_
Make good, what with the hazard of her life,
She undertook, the evening will set clear

_Enter_ Hippolyta, _leading_ Leopold, Arnoldo, Zenocia, _in either hand_,
Zabulon, Sulpitia.

After a stormy