_Lady_. You did very well. Now thou shalt know the reason, which before I doe relate, afford me leave to weepe, To save thy teares, which at the hearing of it Will, like the dew on lillies, pearle thy cheekes. I have beheld thee with a Rivalls eye In _Thurstons_ love; my penetrable heart, Like a moist cloud, has opened and receivd Loves fine bolt into it. Now thou knowst it, Methinks I see confusion in thy lookes Prepard to blast me. _Cla_. Heaven forbid it I Should ere conceive the meanest thought of ill Of you, my parent. Since you love him, here To heaven and you I give my interest up And would I could as well commaund his heart As he might mine, beleive me you should then Affect you with as true and deare a zeale As ever I did him: I should be happie In making you soe. _Lady_. Charitable girle, Forgive thy cruell mother, who must yet Impose a stronger penance on thy duty: Thou must go to thy _Thurston_, and obtaine His love. _Cla_. A little labour will serve for that. _Lady_. Not for thy selfe but for thy haplesse mother, Who am, without it, nothing. Woe him for me, Use the inchanting musicke of thy voice On my behalfe, who, though thy Rivall, yet Remember I'm thy mother; nor canst thou Consigne thy breath to a more holy use (Though thou shouldst spend it in religious prayers) Then to redeeme thy parent. Weepe for me, And in requitall for each drop thou shedst I'll pay to heaven a Hecatombe of teares For thy successe. But take good heede, deare child, While thou art weeping, thou dost not disclose That face of thine; for, were he mine by vow, Loves powerfull Retorick uttered [in?] thyne eyes Would winn from me. _Enter Thurston and Thorowgood_. _Cla_. Here comes the Gentleman. _Lady_. Be earnest, _Clariana_, I shall heare you. [_Exit_. _Tho_. Sir, you must iuistifie this. _Thu_. Feare it not; yonder she goes; I'll tell her of it, sheele not denie it. _Cla_. Mr. _Thurston_, whether do you walke soe fast? _Thu_. O, _Clarianna_, are you there? _Cla_. Nay, stay, I have a suite to you. _Thu_. I would Be loth to offend your eyes; when we last met You chargd me never to behold you more. _Cla_. I did indeed, but on mature advice I have reclaimd that imposition. You shall behold me dayly, talke with me, Doe all the acts that love with Innocence Can suffer, if youle but overrule your will To graunt me one request. _Thu_. You wrong my faith In questioning my graunt of any thing You can desire wer't to undoe my selfe Or combate miseries as yet unheard of, You[r] least breath may expose me to them. _Cla_. Nay, in this theres no danger; if there be A real happines on earth, this way You shall arrive to it. _Tho_. He were unwise Would he not graunt it then. _Thu_. Please you declare it.