_Sil._ Let not her wilfulness-- For then you act a Scene Hell will rejoyce at. _Bel._ He is clear. _Sil._ She is as white in this as Infants. _Cla._ The god of Love protect your cause, and help ye, Two nobler pieces of affection These eyes ne'er look'd on, if such goodness perish, Let never true hearts meet again, but break. [_Exit._ _1 Lord._ A strange exemple of strong love, a rare one. _2 Lord._ Madam, we know not what to say, to think on. _Dutch._ I must confess it strikes me tender too, Searches my Mothers heart: you found 'em there? _Bar._ Yes certain Madam. _Dutch._ And so linked together? _Bar._ As they had been one piece of Alablaster. _Dutch._ Nothing dishonourable? _Sil._ So let my soul have happiness, As that thought yet durst never seek this bosom. _Dutch._ What shall I do? 'has broke my Law, abus'd me, Fain would I know the truth, either confess it, And let me understand the main offender, Or both shall feel the torture. _Sil._ Are ye a Mother; The Mother of so sweet a Rose as this is? So pure a Flower? and dare ye lose that nature? Dare ye take to your self so great a wickedness, (Oh holy Heaven) of thinking what may ruine This goodly building? this Temple where the gods dwell? Give me a thousand tortures, I deserve 'em, And shew me death in all the shapes imagin'd. _Bel._ No death but I will answer it, meet it, seek it; No torture but I'll laugh upon't, and kiss it. _1 Lord._ This is no way. _2 Lord._ They say no more for certain Than their strong hearts will suffer. _Dutch._ I have bethought me; No Lords, although I have a Child offending, Nature dares not forget she is a Child still; Till now, I never look'd on love imperious: I have bethought me of a way to break ye, To separate, though not your loves, your bodies: _Silvio_ attend, I'll be your Judge my self now, The sentence of your death (because my Daughter Will bear an equal part in your afflictions) I take away and pardon: this remains then An easie and a gentle punishment, And this shall be fulfill'd: because unnobly You have sought the love, and marriage of a Princess, The absolute and sole Heir of this Dukedom, By that means, as we must imagine strongly, To plant your self into this rule hereafter, We here pronounce ye a man banish'd from us. _Sil._ For ever banish'd Lady? _Dutch._ Yet more mercy, But for a year: and then again in this place To make your full appearance: yet more pitty, If in that time you can absolve a question, Writ down within this scrowl, absolve it rightly, This Lady is your wife, and shall live with ye; If not, you loose your head. _Sil._ I take this honor, And humbly kiss those Royal hands.