_Queen._ Your fears are poor and foolish, Though he be hasty, and his anger death, His will like torrents, not to be resisted, Yet Law and Justice go along to guide him; And what Law, or what Justice can he find To justifie his Will? what Act or Statute, By Humane, or Divine establishment, Left to direct us, that makes Marriage death? Honest fair Wedlock? 'twas given for encrease, For preservation of Mankind I take it; He must be more than man then that dare break it. Come, dress ye handsomely, you shall have my jewels, And put a face on that contemns base fortune, 'Twill make him more insult to see you fearful, Outlook his anger. _Evan._ O my _Valerio_! Be witness my pure mind, 'tis thee I grieve for. _Queen._ But shew it not, I would so crucifie him With an innocent neglect of what he can do, A brave strong pious scorn, that I would shake him; Put all the wanton _Cupids_ in thine eyes, And all the graces on that nature gave thee, Make up thy beauty to that height of excellence, I'll help thee, and forgive thee, as if _Venus_ Were now again to catch the god of War, In his most rugged anger, when thou hast him, (As 'tis impossible he should resist thee) And kneeling at thy conquering feet for mercy, Then shew thy Vertue, then again despise him, And all his power, then with a look of honour Mingled with noble chastity, strike him dead. _Evan._ Good Madam dress me, You arm me bravely. _Queen._ Make him know his cruelty Begins with him first, he must suffer for it, And that thy sentence is so welcome to thee, And to thy noble Lord, you long to meet it. Stamp such a deep impression of thy Beauty Into his soul, and of thy worthiness, That when _Valerio_ and _Evanthe_ sleep In one rich earth, hung round about with blessings, He may run mad, and curse his act; be lusty, I'll teach thee how to dye too, if thou fear'st it. _Ev._ I thank your Grace, you have prepar'd me strongly, And my weak mind.