DOC. Now, sir, from this your oath and band[435], Faith's pledge and seal of conscience you have run, Broken all contracts, and the forfeiture Justice hath now in suit against your soul: Angels are made the jurors, who are witnesses Unto the oath you took, and God himself, Maker of marriage, he that seal'd the deed, As a firm lease unto you during life, Sits now as judge of your transgression: The world informs against you with this voice: If such sins reign, what mortals can rejoice? SCAR. What then ensues to me? DOC. A heavy doom, whose execution's Now serv'd upon your conscience, that ever You shall feel plagues, whom time shall not dissever; As in a map your eyes see all your life, Bad words, worse deeds, false oaths, and all the injuries, You have done unto your soul: then comes your wife, Full of woe's drops, and yet as full of pity, Who though she speaks not, yet her eyes are swords[436], That cut your heart-strings: and then your children-- SCAR. O, O, O! DOC. Who, what they cannot say, talk in their looks; You have made us up, but as misfortune's books, Whom other men may read in, when presently, Task'd by yourself, you are not, like a thief, Astonied, being accus'd, but scorch'd with grief. SCAR. I, I, I. DOC. Here stand your wife's tears. SCAR. Where? DOC. And you fry for them: here lie your children's wants. SCAR. Here? DOC. For which you pine, in conscience burn, And wish you had been better, or ne'er born. SCAR. Does all this happen to a wretch like me? DOC. Both this and worse; your soul eternally Shall live in torment, though the body die. SCAR. I shall have need of drink then: Butler! DOC. Nay, all your sins are on your children laid, For the offences that the father made. SCAR. Are they, sir? DOC. Be sure they are. _Enter_ BUTLER. SCAR. Butler! BUT. Sir. SCAR. Go fetch my wife and children hither. BUT. I will, sir. SCAR. I'll read a lecture[437] to the doctor too, He's a divine? ay, he's a divine. [_Aside_.] BUT. I see his mind is troubled, and have made bold with duty to read a letter tending to his good; have made his brothers friends: both which I will conceal till better temper. He sends me for his wife and children; shall I fetch them? [_Aside_. SCAR. He's a divine, and this divine did marry me: That's good, that's good. [_Aside_. DOC. Master Scarborow. SCAR. I'll be with you straight, sir. BUT. I will obey him, If anything doth happen that is ill, Heaven bear me record, 'tis 'gainst my will. [_Exit_. SCAR. And this divine did marry me, Whose tongue should be the key to open truth, As God's ambassador. Deliver, deliver, deliver. [_Aside_. DOC. Master Scarborow. SCAR. I'll be with you straight, sir: Salvation to afflicted consciences, And not give torment to contented minds, Who should be lamps to comfort out our way, And not like firedrakes[438] to lead men astray, Ay, I'll be with you straight, sir. _Enter_ BUTLER, [_with Wife and Children_].