ote: had my _Belisia_
And her deare _Bonvill_ livd, this happy day
Should have beheld a double wedding.

[_Suc_.[137] Death, must he have her then?]

_Sir Hu_. Spoake like a mother.

_Tho_. Madam,
The surplusage of love that's in my breast
Must needs have vent in gratulation
Of your full ioyes. Would you mind your promise,
And make me fortunate in your love!

_Lady_. Sir, I have vowd,
Since by my meanes my daughter and her love
Perishd unhappily, to seclude my selfe
From mans Society.

[_Bonvil, Belisia, and Grimes discover_.

_Tho_. Weele cancell
That obligation quickly.--Lady, I now
Will urge your promise: twas a plot betwixt us
To give them out for drownd, least your pursuite
Should have impeachd their marriage, which is now
Most iustly consummate; and[138] only I
Remaine at your devotion for a wife.

_Lady_. Take her,
And with me a repentance as profound
As Anchorites for their sin pay.

_Sir Hu_. Madam, how blest am I
To see you thus past hope recovered,
My mirth at your faire wedding shall demonstrate.

_Sir Gef_. I will daunce too, that[s] certain, though
I breake my legs or get the tissick.

[_Suc_.[139] Doe you know me, Sir?

_Bon_. Yes, very well, sir.

_Suc_. You are married, sir.

_Bon_. I, what of that?

_Suc_. Nothing, but send you Joy, sir?]

_Lady_. But where's my Steward? hees not hangd I hope:
This mirth admits no Tragedy.

_Gri_. Behold the figure.

_Alex_. I crave forgivenesse.

_Lady_. Goe to, you have it.

_Alex_. Thanke you, madam,--I, I will goe to and goe to, and there be
ere a wench to be got for love or money, rath[er] then plot murder: tis
the sweeter sinn of [the two]; besides, theres noe danger of ones cragg;
[the] worst is but stand in one sheet for ly[ing] in two: and therefore
goe to and goe to, I [say] and I sayt agen.

_Sir Gef_. _Bunch_ take my cloake, _Bunch_; it shal [not] be sed, so
many weddings and nere a Da[nce]: for soe many good turnes the hangman
ha done you, theres one for all, hey!

_Tho_. Well said, Sir _Geffrey_.

_Sir Gef_. Hey, when I was young! but come, we loose [time]: every one
his lasse, and stricke up Musick!

_Daunce_.

_Lady_. Now, gentlemen, my thanks to all, and since
[I]t is my good hap to escape these ills,
Goe in with me and celebrate this feast
With choyse solemnitie; where our discourse
Shall merrily forgett these harmes, and prove
Theres no Arraingment like to that of love.