FIDELIA. And I, your daughter, anything that lawful is to do. DUKE. Is it not right and lawful both to help thy brother's woe? FIDELIA. It's neither right nor lawful, sir, to help my deadly foe. DUKE. If he have been thy foe, he may become thy friend. FIDELIA. And when I see that come to pass, I may some succour send. DUKE. But wherefore shouldst thou be so cruel unto him? FIDELIA. Because unto my dearest friend so spiteful he hath been. DUKE. Nay, stubborn girl, but then I will constrain thee, I. Lay hold on her: myself will then, sith she doth it deny. FIDELIA. Assist me, righteous gods, in this extremity. BOMELIO. [_To DUKE, aside_.] Ah, pardon-a, pardon-a: please you, let me a while wit' her alone, And me warrant me make her consent to you anon; Else me give her a powder with a little drink, Whish make her sleep; and den, when she noting tink, Wit' de sharp rasher, me prick her by and by, And stop it again, and she no feel why. Please you begone, and let us two alone here. Me make her consent, you no point fear. DUKE. Do it, Master Doctor, and I am bound to you for aye. Ungracious girl, that dost deny the father to obey. Look to her, sir, and send me word when thou hast done the deed. [Exeunt. BOMELIO. Awe, awe; i'fait', i'fait', me make her bleed. FIDELIA. O wretched girl! what hope remains behind? What comfort can recomfort now thy mind? Forsaken thus of father and of friend, Why seek'st thou not to bring thy life to end? Can greater woes befall unto thy share? Come, gentleman, despatch, and do not spare: If it be so his pleasure and thy will, 1 am content my dearest blood to spill. Defer not then: hold, take thine aim at me, And strike me through; for I desire to die. BOMELIO. The heavens forbid, fair maiden; no, not I: I am thy friend, I am no enemy. Fear not, stand up: it is only for thy sake That I this toil and travail undertake. Thy love, my son, is at my cave with me, Safe and in health, long looking there for thee. Trust to my words, fair maid, for I am he, That overtook thee in the wood last day; And till thy coming, Hermione, I say, Is in my cave-- FIDELIA. What joyful words be these! And is Hermione your son? do, then, as you shall please. Behold me ready, prest to follow any way: Good father, do not thus delude a simple maid, I pray. I trust unto your words: my life is in your power, And till I see Hermione, each minute is an hour. BOMELIO. Daughter, dismay no whit; but trust to me; What I have said performed thou shalt see. I have dissembled with thy father here, The better that I might with thee confer. And since thou art so faithful to thy love, As I may well report I did thee prove, Let us be gone now closely as we may. FIDELIA. Yea, my good father, even when you will, I pray. Thrice-blessed be the hour I met with you! My father now and brother both adieu: Unkind to her, most kind that you should be, I leave them all, my dear, to come to thee.