_Rut._ I have weigh'd it well, I am the man, nor is it life I start at; Only I am unhappy I am poor, Poor in expence of lives, there I am wretched, That I have not two lives lent me for his sacrifice; One for her Son, another for her sorrows. Excellent Lady, now rejoyce again, For though I cannot think, y'are pleas'd in blood, Nor with that greedy thirst pursue your vengeance; The tenderness, even in those tears denies that; Yet let the world believe, you lov'd _Duarte_; The unmatcht courtesies you have done my miseries; Without this forfeit to the law, would charge me To tender you this life, and proud 'twould please you. _Guio._ Shall I have justice? _Gover._ Yes. _Rut._ I'le ask it for ye, I'le follow it my self, against my self. Sir, 'Tis most fit I dye; dispatch it quickly, The monstrous burthen of that grief she labours with Will kill her else, then blood on blood lyes on me; Had I a thousand lives, I'd give 'em all, Before I would draw one tear more from that vertue. _Guio._ Be not too cruel Sir, and yet his bold sword-- But his life cannot restore that, he's a man too-- Of a fair promise, but alas my Son's dead; If I have justice, must it kill him? _Gov._ Yes. _Guio._ If I have not, it kills me, strong and goodly! Why should he perish too? _Gover._ It lies in your power, You only may accuse him, or may quit him. _Clod._ Be there no other witnesses? _Guio._ Not any. And if I save him, will not the world proclaim, I have forgot a Son, to save a murderer? And yet he looks not like one, he looks manly. _Hip._ Pity so brave a Gentleman should perish. She cannot be so hard, so cruel hearted. _Guio._ Will you pronounce? yet stay a little Sir. _Rut._ Rid your self, Lady, of this misery; And let me go, I do but breed more tempests, With which you are already too much shaken. _Guio._ Do now, pronounce; I will not hear. _Dua._ You shall not, Yet turn and see good Madam. _Gove._ Do not wonder. 'Tis he, restor'd again, thank the good Doctor, Pray do not stand amaz'd, it is _Duarte_; Is well, is safe again. _Guio._ O my sweet Son, I will not press my wonder now with questions-- Sir, I am sorry for that cruelty, I urg'd against you. _Rut._ Madam, it was but justice. _Dua._ 'Tis [t]rue, the Doctor heal'd this body again, But this man heal'd my soul, made my minde perfect, The good sharp lessons his sword read to me, sav'd me; For which, if you lov'd me, dear Mother, Honour and love this man. _Guio._ You sent this letter? _Rut._ My boldness makes me blush now. _Guio._ I'le wipe off that, And with this kiss, I take you for my husband, Your wooing's done Sir; I believe you love me, And that's the wealth I look for now. _Rut._ You have it. _Dua._ You have ended my desire to all my wishes. _Gov._ Now 'tis a wedding again. And if _Hippolyta_ Make good, what with the hazard of her life, She undertook, the evening will set clear _Enter_ Hippolyta, _leading_ Leopold, Arnoldo, Zenocia, _in either hand_, Zabulon, Sulpitia.