_Euph._ And yet again she pauses; O _Conon_, such a resolution once A _Roman_ told me he had seen in _Cato_ Before he kill'd himself. _Qu._ 'Tis now determin'd. _Merione_, I could wish I were no Queen, To give you satisfaction; no Mother _Beliza_, to content you; and would part, Even with my being, both might have their wishes; But since that is impossible, in few words I will deliver what I am resolved on: The end for which all profitable Laws Were made, looks two ways only, the reward Of innocent good men, and the punishment Of bad Delinquents: Ours, concerning Rapes, Provided that same latter [clause] of Marriage For him that had fall'n once, not then foreseeing Mankind could prove so monstrous, to tread twice A path so horrid. The great Law-giver _Draco_, That for his strange severity Was said to write his stern Decrees in blood, Made none for Parricides, presuming that No man could be so wicked; Such might be _Lycurgus_ answer (did he live) for this. But since I find that in my [Sonne], which was not Doubted in any else, I will add to it; He cannot marry both, but for both dying, Both have their full revenge: You see _Beliza_ You have your wish; with you _Merione_ I'll spend a tear or two, so Heaven forgive thee. _The._ Upon my knees I do approve your judgement, And beg that you would put it into act With all speed possible; only that I may, Having already made peace with my self, Part so with all the world: Princely _Agenor_ I ask your pardon; yours my Lord _Euphanes_; And _Crates_ with the rest too, I forgive you; Do you the like for me: Yours, gracio[u]s Mother, I dare not ask, and yet if that my death Be like a Son of yours, though my life was not, Perhaps you may vouchsafe it: Lastly, that Both these whom I have wrong'd, may wish my ashes No heavy burden, e'r I suffer death, For the restoring of _Meriones_ honor, Let me be married to her, and then dye For you _Beliza_. _Qu._ Thou hast made in this Part of amends to me, and to the world, Thy suit is granted, call a _Flamyn_ forth To do this holy work; with him a Headsman. _Enter_ Flamyn _and Executioner_. Raise up thy weeping eyes _Merione_, With this hand I confirm thy Marriage, Wishing that now the gods would shew some miracle, That this might not divorce it.