CONSCIENCE. It was put into my bosom by Lucre, Willing me to keep secret our lascivious living. I cannot but condemn us all in this thing. JUDGE. How now, malapert; stand you still in defence or no? This letter declares thy guilty Conscience: how sayest thou, is it not so? Tell me, why standest thou in a maze? speak quickly. Hadst thou thy tongue so liberal, and now stand to study? LUCRE. O Conscience! thou hast kill'd me; by thee I am overthrown. JUDGE. It is happy that by Conscience thy abhomination is known: Wherefore I pronounce judgment against thee on this wise: Thou shalt pass to the place of darkness, where thou shalt hear fearful cries; Weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and torment without end; Burning in the lake of fire and brimstone, because thou canst not amend. Wherefore, Diligence, convey her hence: throw her down to the lowest hell, Where the infernal sprites and damned ghosts do dwell; And bring forth Love! [_Exit_ LUCRE _and_ DILIGENCE. _Let_ LUCRE _make ready for_ LOVE _quickly, and come with_ DILIGENCE. Declare the cause, Conscience, at large how thou comest so spotted, Whereby many by thee hath been greatly infected; For under the colour of Conscience thou deceived'st many, Causing them to defile the temple of God, which is man's body. A clean conscience is a sacrifice, God's own resting-place: Why wast thou then corrupted so, and spotted on thy face? CONSCIENCE. When Hospitality had his throat cut by Usury, He oppressed me with cruelty and brought me to beggary, Turning me out of house and home; and in the end My gown to pay my rent to him I did send. So, driven to that extremity, I have fallen to that you see; Yet after judgment I hope of God's mercy. JUDGE. O Conscience, shall cankered coin corrupt thy heart? Or shall want in this world cause thee to feel everlasting smart? O Conscience, what a small time thou hast on earth to live: Why dost thou not, then, to God all honour give? Considering the time is everlasting that thou shalt live in bliss, If by thy life thou rise from death to judgment, mercy, and forgiveness. _Enter_ LOVE _with_ DILIGENCE. Stand aside, Conscience. Bring Love to the bar. What sayest thou to thy deformity: who was the cause. LOVE. Lady Lucre---- JUDGE. Did Lucre choke thee so, that thou gavest thyself over unto Lust? And did prodigal expenses cause thee in Dissimulation to trust? Thou wast pure (Love), and art thou become a monster, Bolstering thyself upon the lasciviousness of Lucre? Love, answer for thyself: speak in thy defence. LOVE. I cannot choose but yield, confounded by Conscience.