_Lop._ This fellow must not stay here, he is too handsome; He is gone Sir, and you may pass now with all security, I'll be your guide my self, and such a way I'll lead ye, none shall cross, nor none shall know ye. The door's left open Sirrah, I'll starve you for this trick, I'll make thee fast o' Sundaies; and for you Lady, I'll have your Lodgings farther off, and closer, I'll have no street-lights to you; will you go Sir? _Cla._ I thank ye Sir: the devil take this fortune; And once more all my service to your goodness. [_Exit._ _Pen._ Now could I eat my very arms for madness, Cross'd in the nick o' th' matter! vengeance take it, And that old Cavalier that spoil'd our Cock-fight; I'll lay the next plot surer. _Isab._ I am glad and sorry; Glad, that I got so fairly off suspition; Sorry, I lost my new lov'd friend. _Pen._ Not lost Mistriss; I'll conjure once again to raise that spirit; In, and look soberly upon the matter, We'll ring him one peal more, and if that fall, The devil tak the Clappers, Bells, and all. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Dutchess, Lords, and_ Rhodope. _Dutch._ Now _Rodope_, How do you find my daughter? _Rho._ Madam, I find her now what you would have her, What the State wishes her; I urg'd her fault to her, Open'd her eyes, and made her see the mischief She was running with a headlong will into, Made her start at her folly, shake and tremble, At the meer memory of such an ignorance, She now contemns his love, hates his remembrance, Cannot endure to hear the name of _Silvio_; His person spits at. _Dutch._ I am glad to hear this. _Rho._ And humbly now to your Will, your care, Madam, Bends her affections, bows her [best] obedience; _Syenna's_ Duke, with new eyes now she looks on, And with a Princely love, fit for his person. Returns that happiness and joy he look'd for; The general good of both the neighbor Dukedoms, Not any private end, or rash affection She aims at now: hearing the Duke arriv'd too, (To whom she owes all honor, and all service,) She charg'd me kneel thus at your Graces feet, And not to rise without a general pardon. _Dutch._ She has it, and my love again, my old love, And with more tenderness I meet this penitence, Than if she ne'er had started from her honor; I thank ye _Rhodope_, am bound to thank ye, And daily to remember this great service, This honest faithful service; go in peace, And by this Ring, delivered to _Bartello_, Let her enjoy our favour, and her liberty, And presently to this place, with all honor, See her conducted. _Rho._ Your Grace has made me happy. [_Exit._ _Enter 1 Lord._ _1 Lord. Syenna's_ noble Duke, craves his admitta[nc]e.