_Thu_. I cry you mercy, lady; you are shee Whom I had vowd to love;--a wild conceite Had seasd my fancy. Pardon me, I must Proclaim to heaven and to the world a truth Which I should study to forget: you are A Creature so suparlatively bad That, were the earth as absolute from sinn As in its first creation, youre sole crimes Would pull a curse upon it. I should tell you The specialties wherein you're foule, but dare not Breath in the same ayre with you; I begin To feel infection:--fare you well. [_Exit_. _Lady_. Contemnd againe! deprive me of the name And soule of woman! render me a scorne To the most base of our revengefull sex! If I beare this while there be knives or swords, Poyson or ought left to extinguish life That womans spleene can compasse-- _Alexander_! within there! _Enter Alexander_. Goe to my sonn; inioyne him by all rights Of naturall duty to accomplish that Which in youre hearing I comanded him. Beare him this Jewell and this gold, that when Tis don he may escape; be carefull, As you expect my favour. _Alex_. I shall inculcate your desires unto him. --Her favour! goe to, theres comfort. [_Exit_. _Enter Thorowgood_. _Tho_. Madam, theres one brings a sad message to you. _Lady_. From whome, I pray you. _Tho_. From two friends of yours Your cruelty has murdred, _Lady_. My cruelty Never extended to that horrid height, Not to my foes. Who are they? _Tho_. Your daughter, The innocent _Belisia_, and my friend, Her worthy suiter, _Bonvill_. _Lady_. Your freind and my daughter dead and by my meanes! This cannot be; my daughters sure in the house. Good sir, unfould this ridle, it begetts Wonder and terror in me. _Tho_. Madam, you know with what a cruel messuage You sent me to my friend, which provd as false As your faire daughter virtuous. Why you did it I will not question, nor upbraid you with This violation of your faith. _Lady_. This story Conduces nothing to the deathes you talkd of. _Tho_. Yes, since then A iust mistrust that you would crosse their match Causd them last night privatly to steale hence With an intention to have reacht the house Where _Bonvills_ mother lives; but see the fates How they dispose of men! crossing the River That runns beneath your orchard, and ith darke, Their headstrong horses missing the ford overthrew them And, which I cannot without true griefe utter, There drownd them both. Was it not soe, _Grimes_? _Grimes_. Tis too sad a truth; and I, After all meanes to save their life was past, Lookd to my owne and got the shore: their bodies I feare the violence of the tide has carried Into the Sea by this time.