_Ber._ Nor ever heretofore In private with you, when you feign'd a sickness, To keep your Husband absent? _Cal._ Never, Sir, to a dishonest end. _Ber._ Was not this Woman Your instrument? her silence does confess it: Here lyes _Cleander_ dead, and here the sword Of false _Lisander_, too long cover'd with A masque of seeming truth. _Dor._ And is this all The proof you can alledge? _Lisander_ guilty, Or my poor Daughter an Adulteress? Suppose that she had chang'd discourse with one To whom she ow'd much more? _Cal._ Thou hast thy ends, wicked _Clarinda_. [_She falls_. _Oli._ Help, the Lady sinks, malice hath kill'd her. _Dor._ I would have her live, Since I dare swear she's innocent: 'tis no time Or place to argue now: this cause must be Decided by the Judge; and though a Father, I will deliver her into the hands Of Justice. If she prove true gold when try'd, She's mine: if not, with curses I'le disclaim her: Take up your part of sorrow, mine shall be Ready to answer with her life the fact That she is charg'd with. _Ber._ Sir, I look upon you as on a Father. _Dor._ With the eyes of sorrow I see you as a Brother: let your witnesses Be ready. _Ber._ 'Tis my care. _Alc._ I am for _Lidian_. This accident no doubt will draw him from His Hermits life. _Clar._ Things yet go right, persist, Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Lisander, _and_ Lancelot. _Lisan._ Are the horses dead? _Lanc._ Out-right. If you ride at this rate, You must resolve to kill your two a day, And that's a large proportion. _Lisan._ Will you please At any price, and speedily, to get fresh ones. You know my danger, and the penalty That follows it, should I be apprehended. Your duty in obeying my commands, Will in a better language speak your service, Than your unnecessary, and untimely care of my expence. _Lanc._ I am gone, Sir. [_Exit._