_Lady_. It was to much Wert but an ill looke. If I may so far, Without immodesty, entreat the knowledge Of what it was Ile chide her for't. Pray, sir,-- We women are bold suitors; by your looke It is no meane perplexity her folly Has cast upon your temper,--pray, disclose it; And ift be anything the obedience She owes to me may countermand, she shall Repent her error. _Thu_. Your humanity Would wrest a secret from me, though my life Consisted ith concealment: she has abolishd Her protestations to me, murdred vowes Which like the blood of Innocents will pull Cloudes of black vengeance on her, for no cause I can imagine but her humor; banishd Me her society and sight for ever.[107] _Lady_. Tis above wonder: could I as well rule Her will as her exterior actions, She should not thus reject you; but I cannot Limitt her mind, compell her to affect Against her liking. If perswations may Reduse her, Ile endevour it. _Thu_. Twilbe needles; I am resolvd to meet her in revolt, Hug infidelity with as strong a faith As she can possible; and if mans mallice Can passe a womans, my dispight shall winne Preheminence. I will inquire out one By nature framd in scorne of bewty, and In your perfidious daughters presence give her That heart which she reiected. _Lady_. Twere pitty Your passion should undoe you; you may find Matches of noble quality: my daughter In worth's inferior to you, yet I doubt not But my perswasive oratorie may gaine you Her forfeited affection. _Thu_. Let her reserve it For them who sue to inioy it; Ile conferr My fancy on a Negro new reclaim'd From prostitution; sacrifice my youth To bedridd age, ere reinthrall my heart To her insulting bewty. _Lady_. Twould be a maime to your discretion To abjure a certaine and a pleasing good For an uncertaine harme you would impose In malice on another. Yo'are a man In whome the glorious soule of goodnes moves With such a spacious posture that no woman, But such a squemish baby as my daughter, Would be most fortunate to enrich their choyse With one so much deserving. _Thu_. He experience Your affirmation: could you love me? _Lady_. What I spoake was a contingent supposition What others might doe, but not argument I meant to love you. _Thu_. But I know you will; I see a pleasing augury in your looks Presages mercy; and those eyes, whose lustre The light (that scornes privation) cannot equall, Darts beames of comfort on me. _Lady_. Twould be rare Could you perswade me to't, I can find No such propension in my selfe; beware Least in this wildnes you ingage your heart To one cannot accept it. _Thun_. Pish! Ime sure you will: humanity forbids Refusall of my affection, which shall be As constant as insep[a]rable heate To elementall fire.--I'me soddaine, lady, In my resolve, but firme as fate. _Lady_. Surely, You are not well.