_Dua._ Truth I was thinking What course to take for the delivery of your letter, And now I have it: but faith did this Lady (For do not gull your self) for certain know, You kill'd her Son? _Rut._ Give me a Book I'le swear't; Denyed me to the Officers, that pursued me, Brought me her self to th' door, then gave me gold To bear my charges, and shall I make doubt then But that she lov'd me? I am confident Time having ta'ne her grief off, that I shall be Most welcome to her: for then to have wooed her Had been unseasonable. _Dua._ Well Sir, there's more mony, To ma[ke] you handsome; I'le about your business: You know where you must stay? _Rut._ There you shall find me: Would I could meet my Brother now, to know, Whether the Jew, his Genius, or my Christian, Has prov'd the better friend. [_Exit._ _Dua._ O who would trust Deceiving woman! or believe that one The best, and most Canoniz'd ever was More than a seeming goodness? I could rail now Against the sex, and curse it; but the theam And way's too common: yet that _Guiomar_ My Mother; (nor let that forbid her to be The wonder of our nation) she that was Mark'd out the great example, for all Matrons Both Wife and Widow; she that in my breeding Exprest the utmost of a Mothers care, And tenderness to a Son; she that yet feigns Such sorrow for me; good God, that this mother, After all this, should give up to a stranger, The wreak she ow'd her Son; I fear her honour. That he was sav'd, much joyes me, and grieve only That she was his preserver. I'le try further, And by this Engine, find whether the tears, Of which she is so prodigal, are for me, Or us'd to cloak her base hypocrisie. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Hippolyta _and_ Sulpitia. _Hip._ Are you assur'd the charm prevails? _Sulp._ Do I live? Or do you speak to me? Now this very instant Health takes its last leave of her; meager paleness Like winter, nips the Roses and the Lilies, The Spring that youth, and love adorn'd her face with. To force affection, is beyond our art, For I have prov'd all means that hell has taught me, Or the malice of a woman, which exceeds it, To change _Arnoldo's_ love, but to no purpose: But for your bond-woman-- _Hip._ Let her pine and dye; She remov'd, which like a brighter Sun, Obscures my beams, I may shine out again, And as I have been, be admir'd and sought to: How long has she to live? _Sulp._ Lady, before The Sun twice rise and set, be confident, She is but dead; I know my Charm hath found her. Nor can the Governours Guard; her lovers tears; Her Fathers sorrow, or his power that freed her, Defend her from it. _Enter_ Zabulon. _Zab._ All things have succeeded, As you could wish; I saw her brought sick home; The image of pale death, stampt on her fore-head. Let me adore this second Hecate, This great Commandress, of the fatal Sisters, That as she pleases, can cut short, or lengthen The thread of life. _Hip._ Where was she when the inchantment First seis'd upon her?