O. ART. O, welcome, welcome, daughter! now I see God by his power hath preserved thee. O. LUS. And 'tis my wench, whom I suppos'd was dead; My joy revives, and my sad woe is fled. Y. ART. I know not what I am, nor where I am; My soul's transported to an ecstasy, For hope and joy confound my memory. MRS MA. What do I see? lives Arthur's wife again? Nay then I labour for his death in vain. [_Aside_. BRA. What secret force did in her nature lurk, That in her soul the poison would not work? [_Aside_. MRS SPLAY. How can it be the poison took no force? She lives with that which would have kill'd a horse! [_Aside_. MRS ART. Nay, shun me not; be not asham'd at all; To heaven, not me, for grace and pardon fall. Look on me, Arthur; blush not at my wrongs. Y. ART. Still fear and hope my grief and woe prolongs. But tell me, by what power thou didst survive? With my own hands I temper'd that vile draught, That sent thee breathless to thy grandsire's grave, If that were poison I receiv'd of him. AMIN. That _ego nescio_, but this dram Receiv'd I of this gentleman; The colour was to kill my rats, But 'twas my own life to despatch. FUL. Is it even so? then this ambiguous doubt No man can better than myself decide; That compound powder was of poppy made and mandrakes, Of purpose to cast one into a sleep, To ease the deadly pain of him whose leg Should be saw'd off; That powder gave I to the schoolmaster. AMIN. And that same powder, even that _idem_, You took from me, the same, _per fidem_! Y. ART. And that same powder I commix'd with wine, Our godly knot of wedlock to untwine. O. ART. But, daughter, who did take thee from thy grave? O. LUS. Discourse it, daughter. ANS. Nay, that labour save; Pardon me, Master Arthur, I will now Confess the former frailty of my love. Your modest wife with words I tempted oft; But neither ill I could report of you, Nor any good I could forge for myself, Would win her to attend to my request; Nay, after death I lov'd her, insomuch That to the vault where she was buried My constant love did lead me through the dark, There ready to have ta'en my last farewell. The parting kiss I gave her I felt warm; Briefly, I bare her to my mother's house, Where she hath since liv'd the most chaste and true, That since the world's creation eye did view.