_Val._ I honour ye, by all the rites of holy marriage, And pleasures of chaste love, I wonder at ye, You appear the vision of a Heaven unto me, Stuck all with stars of honour shining clearly, And all the motions of your mind Celestial; Man is a lump of Earth, the best man spiritless, To such a woman; all our lives and actions But counterfeits in _Arras_ to this vertue; Chide me again, you have so brave an anger, And flows so nobly from you, thus deliver'd, That I could suffer like a Child to hear ye, Nay make my self guilty of some faults to honour ye. _Eva._ I'le chide no more, you have rob'd me of my courage, And with a cunning patience checkt my impudence; Once more forgiveness? [_She kneels._ _Val._ Will this serve, _Evanthe_? [_Kisses her._ And this my love? Heavens mercy be upon us; But did he tell no more? _Evan._ Only this trifle: you set my woman on me, to betray me; 'Tis true, she did her best, a bad old woman, It stir'd me, Sir. _Val._ I cannot blame thee, Jewel. _Evan._ And me thought when your name was sounded that way-- _Val._ He that will spare no fame, will spare no name, sweet; Though as I am a man, I am full of weakness, And may slip happily into some ignorance, Yet at my years to be a bawd, and cozen Mine own hopes with my Doctrine-- _Eva._ I believe not, nor never shall; our time is out to morrow. _Val._ Let's be to night then full of fruitfulness, Now we are both of one mind, let's be happy, I am no more a wanting man, _Evanthe_, Thy warm embraces shall dissolve that impotence, And my cold lye shall vanish with thy kisses; You hours of night be long, as when _Alcmena_ Lay by the lusty side of _Jupiter_; Keep back the day, and hide his golden beams, Where the chaste watchful morning may not find 'em; Old doting _Tython_ hold _Aurora_ fast, And though she blush the day-break from her cheeks, Conceal her still; thou heavy Wain stand firm, And stop the quicker revolutions; Or if the day must come, to spoil our happiness, Thou envious Sun peep not upon our pleasure, Thou that all Lovers curse, be far off from us. _Enter_ Castruchio _with Guard._ _Evan._ Then let's to bed, and this night in all joyes And chaste delights-- _Cast._ Stay, I must part ye both; It is the Kings command, who bids me tell ye, To morrow is your last hour. _Val._ I obey, Sir, In Heaven we shall meet, Captain, where King _Frederick_ Dare not appear to part us. _Cast._ Mistake me not, though I am rough in doing of my Office, You shall find, Sir, you have a friend to honour ye. _Val._ I thank ye, Sir. _Evan._ Pray captain tell the King, They that are sad on Earth, in Heaven shall sing. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._