_La._ Sir, in my Opinion, 'twas an argument of love To your _Maria_, for whose sake you could Affect one that but carried her small likeness. _Ha._ No more, you are too charitable, but I know my guilt, and will from henceforth never Change words with that strange maid, whose innocent face Like your _Maria_'s won so late upon me: My passions are corrected, and I can Look on her now, and woman-kind, without Love in a thought; 'tis thus, I came to tell you, If after this acknowledgement, you'll be So kind to shew me in what silent grave You have dispos'd your daughter, I will ask Forgiveness of all her dust, and never leave, Till with a loud confession of my shame, I wake her ghost, and that pronounce my pardon: Will you deny this favour? then farewel, I'll never see you more: ha! _Enter Nurse_, Maria _in her own apparel, after some_ _shew of wonder, he goes towards her_. _La._ Be not deluded, Sir, upon my life This is the soul whom you but thought _Maria_ In my daughters habit; what did you mean Nurse? I knew she would but cozen you, is she not like now? One dew unto another is not nearer. _Nu._ She thinks she is a gentlewoman; And that imagination has so taken her, S[h]e scorns to speak, how handsomly she carries it, As if she were a well bred thing, her body! And I warrant you, what looks! _La._ Pray be not foolish. _Ha._ I disturb no body, speak but half a word And I am satisfied, but what needs that? I'll swear 'tis she. _La._ But do not, I beseech you, For trust me, Sir, you know not what I know. _Ha._ Peace then, And let me pray, she holds up her hands with me. _La._ This will betray all. _Ha._ Love ever honor'd, And ever young, thou Soveraign of all hearts Of all our sorrows, the sweet ease. [_She weeps now._ Does she still cosin me? _Nur._ You will see anon, 'Twas her desire, expect the issue, Madam. _Ha._ My soul's so big, I cannot pray; 'tis she, I will go nearer. _Enter_ Algripe, Lurcher, Boy. _Nur._ Here's Mr. _Algripe_, and other strangers, Madam. _Al._ Here good Lady, Upon my knees I ask thy worships pardon; Here's the whole summ I had with thy fair Daughter; Would she were living, I might have her peace too, And yield her up again to her old liberty: I had a wife before, and could not marry; My pennance shall be on that man that honor'd her, To conferr some Land. _La._ This is incredible. _Al_ 'Tis truth. _Lu._ Do you know me, Sir? _Al._ Ha, the Gentleman I deceiv'd. _Lur._ My name is _Lurcher_. _Al._ 'Shat have thy Mortgage. _Lu._ I ha that already, no matter for the Deed If you release it.