_Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Merione (_as newly ravished_.) _Mer._ To whom now shall I cry? What pow'r thus kneel to? And beg my ravisht honor back upon me? Deaf, deaf, you gods of goodness, deaf to me, Deaf Heaven to all my cries; deaf hope, deaf justice, I am abus'd, and you, that see all, saw it; Saw it, and smil'd upon the villain did it: Saw it, and gave him strength: why have I pray'd to ye, When all the worlds eyes have been sunk in slumbers? Why have I then powr'd out my tears? kneel'd to ye, And from the Altar of a pure heart sent ye Thoughts like your selves, white, innocent, vows purer And of a sweeter flame than all the earths odours? Why have I sung your praises, strew'd your Temples, And crown'd your Holy Priests with Virgin Roses? Is it we hold ye powerful, to destroy us? Believe, and honor ye, to see us ruin'd? These tears of anger thus I sprinkle toward ye, You that dare sleep secure whilst Virgins suffer, These stick like Comets, blaze eternally, Till, with the wonder, they have wak'd your justice, And forc't ye fear our curses, as we yours. _Enter_ Theanor, Crates, _with vizards_. My shame still follows me, and still proclaims me; He turns away in scorn, I am contemned too, A more unmanly violence than the other; Bitten, and flung away? What e'r you are Sir, you that have abus'd me, and now most basely And sacrilegiously robb'd this fair Temple, I fling all these behind me, but look upon me, But one kind loving look, be what ye will, So from this hour you will be mine, my Husband; And you his hand in mischief, I speak to you too, Counsel him nobly now; you know the mischief, The most unrighteous act he has done, perswade him, Perswade him like a friend, knock at his Conscience Till fair Repentance follow: yet be worthy of me, And shew your self, if ever good thought guided ye; You have had your foul will; make it yet fair with marriage; Open your self and take me, wed me now: [_Draws his Dagger._ More fruits of villany? your Dagger? come Ye are merciful, I thank you for your medicine: Is that too worthy too? _Enter the rest disguis'd._ Devil, thou with him, Thou penny Bawd to his Lust, will not that stir thee? Do you work by tokens now? Be sure I live not, For your own safeties knaves. I will sit patiently: But as ye are true villains, the Devils own servants, And those he loves and trusts, make it as bloody An Act, of such true horror, Heaven would shake at, 'Twill shew the braver: goodness hold my hope fast, And in thy mercies look upon my ruines, And then I am right: my eyes grow dead and heavy: _Enter six disguis'd, singing and dancing to a_ _horrid Musick, and sprinkling water on her face._