'le doe,
Shall to the world proclaim my penitence;
And howsoever I have liv'd, I'le die
A much chang'd man.

_Jam_.

Were it but possible
You could make satisfaction to this woman,
Our joyes were perfect.

_Hen_.

That's my only comfort,
That it is in my power: I ne're was married
To this bad woman, though I doted on her,
But daily did defer it, still expecting
When grief would kill _Jacintha_.

_Assist_.

All is come out,
And finds a fair success: take her _Don Henrique_,
And once again embrace your Son.

_Hen_.

Most gladly.

_Assist_.

Your Brother hath deserv'd all.

_Hen_.

And shall share
The moitie of my State.

_Assist_.

I have heard, advocate,
What an ill Instrument you have been to him,
From this time strengthen him with honest counsels,
As you'le deserve my pardon.

_Bar_.

I'le change my Copy:
But I am punish'd, for I fear I have had
A smart blow, though unseen.

_Assist_.

Curate, and Sexton,
I have heard of you too, let me hear no more,
And what's past, is forgotten; For this woman,
Though her intent were bloody, yet our Law
Calls it not death: yet that her punishment
May deter others from such bad attempts,
The dowry she brought with her, shall be emploi'd
To build a Nunnery, where she shall spend
The remnant of her life.

_Viol_.

Since I have miss'd my ends,
I scorn what can fall on me.

_Assist_.

The strict discipline
Of the Church, will teach you better thoughts. And Signiors,
You that are Batchelours, if you ever marry,
In _Bartolus_ you may behold the issue
Of Covetousness and Jealousie; and of dotage,
And falshood in _Don Henrique_: keep a mean then;
_For be assured, that weak man meets all ill,
That gives himself up to a womans will_.

[_Exeunt_.

* * * * *

Prologue.

_To tell ye (Gentlemen,) we have a Play,
A new one too, and that 'tis launch'd to day,
The Name ye know, that's nothing to my Story;
To tell ye, 'tis familiar, void of Glory,
Of State, of Bitterness: of wit you'll say,
For that is now held wit, that tends that way,
Which we avoid: To tel