_Vir._ O I am happy, let me see thee, That I may bless the hand that gave me liberty, O courteous hand, nay thou hast done most nobly, And heaven has guided thee, 'twas their great justice; O blessed wound that I could come to kiss thee! How beautiful, and sweet thou shew'st! _Jul._ Oh! _Vir._ Sigh not, Nor weep not dear, shed not those sovereign Balsames Into my blood; which must recover me; Then I shall live again, to do a mischief, Against the mightiness of love and virtue, Some base unhallowed hand shall rob thy right of. Help me, I faint: so. _Jul._ O unhappy wench! How has my zeal abus'd me; you that guard virtue, Were ye asleep? or do you laugh at innocence? You suffer'd this mistake? O my dear _Virolet_! An everlasting curse follow that forme I strook thee in, his name be ever blasted: For his accursed shadow has betray'd The sweetness of all youth, the nobleness, The honour, and the valor; wither'd for ever The beauty and the bravery of all mankind: O my dull, devils eyes. _Vir._ I do forgive you, By this, and this I do; I know you were cozen'd; The shadow of _Ronvere_, I know you aym'd at, And not at me; but 'twas most necessary, I should be struck, some hand above directed you: For _Juliana_ could not shew her justice Without depriving high heaven of his glory, Or any subject fit for her, but _Virolet_: Forgive me too, and take my last breath sweet one, This the new marriage of our souls together; Think of me _Juliana_, but not often, For fear my faults should burthen your affections, Pray for me, for I faint. _Jul._ O stay a little, A little little Sir. [_Offers to kill her self._ _Vir._ Fye _Juliana_. _Jul._ Shall I outlive the virtue, I have murder'd? _Vir._ Hold, or thou hat'st my peace, give me the dagger, On your obedience, and your love, deliver it. If you do thus; we shall not meet in heaven sweet; No guilty blood comes there; kill your intentions, And then you conquer: there where I am going, Would you not meet me Dear? _Jul._ Yes. _Vir._ And still love me? _Jul._ And still behold you. _Vir._ Live then till heaven calls you. Then ripe and full of sweetness you rise sainted. Then I that went before you to prepare, Shall meet and welcome you, and daily court you With Hymnes of holy Love--I go out, Give me your hand, farewell, in peace farewell, Remember me, farewell. [_dyes._