_Hub_. Oh doe but take away a part of that My breast is full of, of that holy fire The Queene of Loves faire Altar holds not purer Nor more effectuall; and, sweet, if then You melt not into passion for my wounds, Effuse your Virgin vowes to chaine mine ears, Weepe on my necke and with your fervent sighes Infuse a soule of comfort into me; He break the Altar of the foolish God, Proclaime them guilty of Idolatry That sacrifice to _Cytheraeas_ sonne. _Bellina_. Did not my present fortunes and my vowes, Register'd in the Records of Heaven, Tye me too strictly from such thoughts as these, I feare me I should softly yeeld to what My yet condition has beene stranger to. To love, my Lord, is to be miserable. _Hub_. Oh to thy sweetnesse Envy would prove kind, Tormentor humble, no pale Murderer; And the Page of death a smiling Courtier. _Venus_ must then, to give thee noble welcome, Perfume her Temple with the breath of Nunnes, Not _Vesta's_ but her owne; with Roses strow The paths that bring thee to her blessed shrine; Cloath all her Altares in her richest Robes And hang her walles with stories of such loves Have rais'd her Tryumphs; and 'bove all at last Record this day, the happy day in which _Bellina_ prov'd to love a Convertite. Be mercifull and save me. _Bellina_. You are defil'd with Seas of Christians blood, An enemy to Heaven and which is good; And cannot be a loving friend to me. _Hub_. If I have sinn'd forgive me, you iust powers: My ignorance, not cruelty has don't. And here I vow my selfe to be hereafter What ere _Bellina_ shall instruct me in: For she was never made but to possesse The highest Mansion 'mongst your Dignities, Nor can Heaven let her erre. _Bellina_. On that condition thus I spread my armes, Whose chaste embraces ne're toucht man before; And will to _Hubert_ all the favour shew His vertuous love can covet. I will be ever his; goe thou to Warre, These hands shall arme thee; and Ile watch thy Tent Till from the battaile thou bring'st victory. In peace Ile sit by thee and read or sing Stanzaes of chaste love, of love purifi'd From desires drossie blacknesse; nay when our clouds Of ignorance are quite vanisht, and that a holy Religious knot between us may be tyed, _Bellina_ here vowes to be _Hubert's_ bride: Else doe I sweare perpetuall chastity. _Hub_. Thy vowes I seale, be thou my ghostly Tutor; And, all my actions levell'd to thy thoughts, I am thy Creature. _Bellina_. Let Heaven, too, but now propitious prove And for thy soule thou hast wonne a happy love. Come, shall we to my Father. [_Exeunt_. (_Soft Musick_) (SCENE 4.) _Enter the King on his bed, two Physitians, Anthony Damianus and Cosmo_. _King_. Are you Physitians? Are you those men that proudly call your selves The helps of Nature? _Ant_. Oh, my good Lord, have patience.