_Ele_. Yes, but the horrour of So foule a deed shall never: there's layd up Eternity of wrath in hell for lust: Oh, 'tis the devill's exercise! _Henrico_, You are a man, a man whom I have layd up Nearest my heart: in you 'twill be a sin To threaten heaven & dare that Justice throw Downe Thunder at you. Come, I know you doe But try my vertue, whether I be proofe Against anothers Battery: for these teares-- _Hen_. Nay, then I see you needs will try my strength: My bloud's on fire, I boyle with expectation To meete the pleasure and I will. [_He forces her in_. _Ele_. Helpe, helpe! _Enter Buzzano_. _Buz_. Helpe? what nightingale was that? did one cry out for helpe? there's no Christian soule in the house but they two & my selfe; and 'twas not mine, I know by the smallnes of the voice; twas some woman cryde out, & therefore can be none but my young Lady,--it was she as sure as I am hungry; he's with her. But why, having one man did she cry out for more? oh, our _Spanish_ ovens are not heated with one Bavyn.[23] Well, I must say nothing; my young Cocke has bene treading. Ile tread softly & see what they doe:--but, see! _Enter Henrico & Eleonora, loose haired and weeping_. _Hen_. What doe you looke after? _Buz_. Why, sir, I looke after a voyce that appeard to me even now, crying "helpe,"--a very small one. _Hen_. If what thou seest or heard'st be ever muttered by thee Though in thy sleep, villaine, Ile pistol thee. _Buz_. Hum, it will not be safe to dreame of a knave shortly. Are you so good at a gun? if you use this too often your birding piece will scarce carry a yard levell. _Hen_. Come, dresse your hayre up & be wise at last: No more, I have done. _Buz_. So I thinke in my conscience,--he hath done with her. _Hen_. If you can be so simple to proclaime it, I can be impudent. _Ele_. Yet dar'st thou live? & doe I live to see Myselfe the shame of weomen? have I not Wept teares enough to drowne me? then let fire Enthrone it selfe within me & beget Prodigious Cometts, that with flaming haires May threaten danger to thee! _Hen_. Nay, nay, nay, if you be so hott Ile brave you: like wine that's burnt you must be set light by, & then you'le come to a temper. [_Exit_. _Ele_. Oh, helpe me out of hell! _Buz_. Sh'has bene at Barleybreake.[24]--Madam I must say nothing: --there is a Pistol and so forth:--but if you have occasion to use me, try mee; if I doe not prove an honester man to you then my Master, would my Cod piece point were broake. I know what I know, and yet Ile tell no tales;--but if ever I come to speake once--I say nothing. _Ele_. Oh that I could not breath! how can I have A Joy in life whose honour's in the Grave! [_Exeunt_. (SCENE 3.) _Enter Pike with his sword in his hand, a Cloake in his Arme_.