_Lord Av_. I can be madd as hee too and I will. Thus to abuse my goodnes! in a deede Som woold hold meritorious, att the least Intended for an act of piety, To suffer in my zeale! nay to bee mockt In my devotion, by these empty drones That feede upon the honey of my hyve! To invert my good intentements, turne this nest [_Ink: paper ready_. I built for prayer unto a bedd of sinnes! Which thus I'l punish; this religious place, Once vowed to sanctity, I'l undermyne And in one instant blowe the structure upp With all th'unhallowed covent. _Lady_. Praye, no extreames: Where one offends shall for his heighnous fact So many suffer? there's no justyce in't. _Lord Av_. Som justyce I would showe them heare on earthe Before they finde it multiplyed in heaven. _Lady_. For my sake, syr, do not for one man's error Destroy a woorke of perpetuity, By which your name shall lyve. One man offends; Lett the delinquent suffer. _Lord Av_. So't shallbe, And thou hast well advysed. Som pen and Inke theire! _Lady_. What purpose you? _Lord Av_. That's soly to my selfe And in my fyxt thoughts stands irreproovable. _Enter Dennis with pen, inke, and paper_. Syr, heares pen inke and paper. _Lord Av_. To his letter My self will give him answer. (_writes_) _Denis_. Suer all's not well that on the suddane thus My lord is so distempered. _Lady_. I have, I feare, Styr'd such a heate, that nought save blood will quensh: But wish my teares might doo't; hee's full of storme, And that in him will not bee easily calmd. His rage and troble both pronounce him guiltles Of this attempt, which makes mee rather doubt Hee may proove too seveare in his revendge, Which I with all indevour will prevent Yet to the most censorious I appeale, What coold I lesse have doone to save myne honor From suffringe beneathe skandall? _Lord Av_. See, heare's all: 'Tis short and sweete, wryte this in your own hand Without exchange of the least sillable. Insert in copiinge no suspitious dash, No doubtfull comma; then subscribe your name, Seal't then with your own signet and dispatche it As I will have dyrected; doo't, I charge you, Without the least demurre or fallacy. By dooinge this you shall prevent distrust Or future breach beetwixt us; you shall further Expresse a just obediens. _Lady_. Syr, I shall, What ere your concealed purpose bee, I shall. _Lord Av_. Provyde mee horses, I will ryde. _Denis_. When, syr? _Lord Av_. Instantly, after dinner, and gie't out I am not to returne till three dayes hence, So spreade it throughe the howse. _Denis_. What followers, Syr, Meane you to take alonge? _Lord Av_. Thyself, no more, For 'tis a private busines, and withall; Provyde mee,--harke thyne eare. _Denis_. A stronge one, Syrr. _Lord Av_. One that will howld; withall give pryvate order At night the guarden gates may bee left open, By whiche wee may returne unknowne to any. What I intend lyes heare.