_Thu_. You are deceivd; I am Exceeding well yett; all my faculties Retaine their wonted motion; but Ime like A new recoverd patient, whose relapse Admitts no helpe of phisick: in your love Consists my hope, futurity of health; And you have too much charity to suffer Perdition overwhelme me. _Lady_. Your confidence Workes much uppon my lenity; but twould Occasion scandall; every one would judge I did supplant my daughter, should I yeild To your desines. _Thu_. Let the censorious world Fright those with harelipd Calumnie whose guilt Merritts detraction; your pure innocence No feind dares vitiatt. _Lady_. You have prevaild. _Thu_. Ile take you at your word, a holy kisse Shall seale the contract. [_kisse_. Avaunt! stand of! she has poysond me, her lips Are sault as sulpher, and her breath infects, Noe scorpions like it. _Lady_. What ayles you, Sir? _Thu_. Ha, ha, ha! Those who imagine such prodigious mischiefes Should be more cunning then to be ore reacht By puisne[108] cosnage; Have you no more judgement Then to beleive I lov'd you. _Lady_. Doe you not love me then? _Thu_. Can a man Robd of a Jewell deare to him as breath Affect the theife, O murdresse?--for that title Best suites thy impious quality, since thy curse, Thy cruell curse, imposd uppon my love, Has massacred two of the faithfulst hearts Affection ere united. Though your lust Desir'd smooth youth to sate it, piety Might have reclamd you for attempting me, Your daughter's interest.--Ile not rayle Cause tis unman[ner]ly,[109] untill you find What 'tis to cause true lovers prove unkind. [_Exit_. _Enter Alexan_. _Lady_. Was I a sleepe? What transitory dreame Deceivd my sense? did I not here my love Protest affection? no, it was some feind Vested in his mortallity, whome hell Sent to abuse my weaknes. _Lov_. She has bin sure tormented with that furie which cla[pt] me on my shoulder. She talkes of Hell, love and affection. Ha, goe to and goe to! the old Knight my Mrs. Goast, I hope does not haunt the house. _Lady_. Twas he, Ime certaine on't; I felt his lips, And they were flesh; they breath'd on mine a warmth Temperate as westerne kisses which the morne Weaps liquid drops to purchase. This confirmes It was no apparition that contemnd My willingnes, but he, his reall selfe, Mockt my integrity: he must not passe soe, To blase abroad my infamy. _Lov_. Madam, feare nothing, be not troubled; the Goast meant no harme to you, uppon my life he did not; Goe to and goe to, I say and I sayt, he did not. He did appeare to me--your love, your husband, my old Mr.--here, clapt me on the shoulder, as his old custome was still when he usd to talke with me familiarly. _Lady_. But, Sirrah, what familiarity Have you with any of my privasies? Sausie groome, practise your ancient duty. _Enter Young Mar_. _Y. M_. What meanes this fury, Madam?