GRATIANA

Not at all sir, I am not now to learn Opinion of his nobleness; and I hope Your judgements will not permit you sin so much To censure him for this stay. Fair morning To master Landby, noble Captain, master Lodam, and the rest. We have not seen You sir, this great while, you fallen away methinks. You are not the least welcome sir. My dearest Beauford, where hast been so long? Are you not in health? What language do I hear, If Beauford it should strike me dead? Defend me goodness! Where was I lost name what offence provoked This heavy doom, deer Beauford, be not so Injust, to sentence me, before I know What is my crime, or if you will not tell What sin it is, I have committed, great, And horrid, as your anger; let me study, I'll count em all before you, never did Penitent, in confession, strip the soul More naked, isle unclasp my book of conscience, You shall read over my heart, and if you find In that great Volume, but one single thought Which concerned you, and did not end with some Good prayer for you: O be joust and kill me. What am I? I fear— Dear Beauford hear me. Would ye done? Then hear me a few syllables, you have Suspicion that I am dishonourd. Weep inward eyes, hither your streams impart, For sure, I have tears enough, to drown my heart. Exit. Though by the effusion of my tears, you may Conclude, I bring nothing but sorrow with me, Yet hear me speak, I come not to disturb Your thoughts, or with one bold and daring language Say how unjust you make my sufferings: I know not what Hath raised this mighty storm to my destruction, But I obey your doom, and after this, Will never see you more. First I release And give you back your vows; with them, your har Which I had locked up in my own, and cherished Better, mine I'm sure does bleed to partly with't, All that is left of yours, this Cabinet Delivers back to your possession, There's every jewel you bestowed Pon me, The pledges once of love. They are not mine, since I have lost the opinion Of what I was, indeed I have nothing else, I would not keep the kisses, once you gave me, If you would let me pay them back again. Do I appear so Monstrous? no man will Believe my iuiury: has heaven forgotten To protect innocence, that all this while It hath vouchsafed no miracle, to confirm A Virgins honour? I am and exile hence, and cannot walk Out of my way, Beauford farewell, may Angels Dwell round bout thee, live un ill thou find, When I am dead, thou hast been too unkind. Exeunt. Th'art too diligent: I prithee leave me. On me? Th'art too young, To be acquainted wilt. Leave me to my self— Me thought I saw him drop a tear, come back again: What should he mean by this unwillingness To partly; he looks, as he would make me leave My own misfortune to pity his: Thy name? Mine is above The common level of affliction. I thank thy love. Passion makes thee wild now. Didst thou ever love? And mine. I Like thy sad expression, weel converse And mingle stories. We lay aside distinctions, if our fates Make us alike in our misfortunes; yet Mine will admit no parallel: would! we are interrupted: Lets withdraw, and isle begin. Which partly of my discourse compels thee to This suffering? How prithee? Would? You beget wonder in me: Did he survive his slander? there is hop He did reca to the injury he did me. Cardona? Piety has forsaken earth: Was ever woman thus betrayed to sin, Without her knowledge? Wherein had I offended Marwood, He should alive, and dead so persecute My fame? Cardona too i'the Conspiracy, 'Tis time to die then. Has, mali e Found out another murderer? Do any thing; But I am lost already. I am living Beauford. Living as thou art. And came— O my Beauford, now I am over-blest for my late sufferings; I have solicited my Death with prayers: Now I would live to see my Beauford love me. It was thy friend induced me to that letter, To find if thy suspicion had destroyed All seeds of love. O never. Officers would? You shanot go. You're villains, murderers: O my Beauford! Never, isle die with thee. Sir, you have charity, believe em not, They do conspire to take away his life. For heavens sake Believe him not, he is and enemy To his own life; deer Beauford, what d'ee mean To cast your self away, you're more unmerciful Then those that do accuse you, then the Law It self, for at the worst, that can but find You guilty at the last, too soon for me To be divided from you. O my deer father— If ever you loved Gratiana, plead for Beauford, Has been abused, by a villain, alls discovered, W'aue renewed hearts, and now I fear, I shall Lose him again, accused here for the death Of Marwood, that was cause of all our suffering. Dear sir recollect, And second me. What is the worst you charge him with? He has done justice. A public benefit to his Country in't. Hear me, Marwood was a Villain, A rebel unto virtue, a prophaner Of friendships sacred laws, a murderer Of virgin chastity, against whose malice No innocence could hope protection; But Like a by and Eagles talon, It grow ng die. What punishment can you inflict on him, That in contempt of nature, and religion, Enforces breach of love, of holy vows? Sets them at war e whose hearts were married In a congregation of Angel : I know you will no say, but such deserve To die yet Marwood being dead, you reach Your fury to his hea to, that did this benefit. Mine is above thy malice, I would e a breast Impenetrable, against which, thou ndly aiming, Thy arrows, but recoil into thy bosom, And leave a wound. Tell me injurious man for in this presence You must acquit the honour you accuse worser, Discharge thy poison here, in humane Traitor — He may throw soil at heaven, And as soon stain it. You hear this Beauford, father — Dost thou put on that countenance to imitate Mine? or hast a sorrow of thy own, thou Wouldst express by't. You are to oh f l of gilded to excuse your treachery.