_Zenocia_ wrongs her servant; can the body Subsist, the Soul departed? 'tis as easie As I to live without you; I am your husband, And long have been so, though our adverse fortune, Bandying us from one hazard to another, Would never grant me so much happiness, As to pay a husbands debt; despite of fortune, In death I'le follow you, and guard mine own; And there enjoy what here my fate forbids me. _Clod._ So true a sorrow, and so feelingly Exprest, I never read of. _Man._ I am struck With wonder to behold it, as with pity. _Char._ If you that are a stranger, suffer for them, Being tied no further than humanity Leads you to soft compassion; think great Sir, What of necessity I must endure, That am a Father? Hippolyta, Zabulon, _and_ Sulpitia _at the door._ _Zab._ Wait me there, I hold it Unfit to have you seen; as I find cause, You shall proceed. _Man._ You are welcom Lady. _Hip._ Sir, I come to do a charitable office, How does the patient? _Clod._ You may enquire Of more than one; for two are sick, and deadly, He languishes in her, her health's despair'd of, And in hers, his. _Hip._ 'Tis a strange spectacle, With what a patience they sit unmov'd! Are they not dead already? _Doct._ By her pulse, She cannot last a day. _Arn._ Oh by that summons, I know my time too! _Hip._ Look to the man. _Clod._ Apply Your Art, to save the Lady, preserve her, A town is your reward. _Hip. I'le treble it, In ready gold, if you restore _Arnoldo_; For in his death I dye too. _Clod._ Without her I am no more. _Arn._ Are you there Madam? now You may feast on my miseries; my coldness In answering your affections, or hardness, Give it what name you please, you are reveng'd of, For now you may perceive, our thred of life Was spun together, and the poor _Arnoldo_ Made only to enjoy the best _Zenocia_, And not to serve the use of any other; And in that she may equal; my Lord _Clodio_ Had long since else enjoyed her, nor could I Have been so blind, as not to see your great And many excellencies far, far beyond Or my deservings, or my hopes; we are now Going our latest journey, and together, Our only comfort we desire, pray give it, Your charity to our ashes, such we must be, And not to curse our memories. _Hip._ I am much mov'd. _Clod._ I am wholly overcome, all love to women Farewell for ever; ere you dye, your pardon; And yours Sir; had she many years to live, Perhaps I might look on her, as a Brother, But as a lover never; and since all Your sad misfortunes had original From the barbarous Custom practis'd in my Country, Heaven witness, for your sake I here release it; So to your memory, chaste Wives and Virgins Shall ever pay their vowes. I give her to you; And wish, she were so now, as when my lust Forc'd you to quit the Country.