_Col._ With all my duties. [_Exit._ _Mir._ How fare you gracious Mistriss? _Ori._ O _Miranda_. You pleas'd to honor me with that fair title When I was free, and could dispose my self; But now, no smile, no word, no look, no touch Can I impart to any, but as theft From my _Gomera_, and who dares accept, Is an usurper. _Mir._ Leave us; I have touch'd thee, (Thou fairer virtue, than thou'rt beautiful) Hold but this test, so rich an ore was never [_Altar ready, tapers and booke._ Tryed by the hand of man, on the vast earth: Sit brightest _Oriana_, is it sin Still to profess I love you, still to vow I shall do ever? heaven my witness be, 'Tis not your eye, your cheek, your tongue, no part That superficially doth snare young men, Which has caught me; read over in your thoughts The story that this man hath made of you, And think upon his merit. _Ori._ Only thought Can comprehend it. _Mir._ And can you be so Cruel, thankless, to destroy his youth That say'd your honor, gave you double life? Your own, and your fair Infants? that when fortune (The blind foe to all beauty, that is good,) Bandied you from one hazard to another, Was even heavens Messenger, by providence Call'd to the Temple, to receive you there, Into these Arms, to give ease to your throwes, As if't had thunder'd; take thy due _Miranda_, For she was thine; _Gomera_'s jealousie Struck death unto thy heart; to him be dead, And live to me, that gave thee second life: Let me but now enjoy thee: Oh regard The torturing fires of my affections. _Ori._ Oh master them, _Miranda_, as I mine; Who follows his desires, such tyrants serves As will oppress him insupportably. My flames, _Miranda_, rise as high as thine, For I did love thee 'fore my marriage, Yet would I now consent, or could I think Thou wert in earnest, (which by all the souls That have (for chastity) been sanctified I cannot) in a moment I do know Thou'ldst call fair temperance up to rule thy blood, Thy eye was ever chaste, thy countenance too honest, And all thy wooings was like Maidens talk; Who yieldeth unto pleasures, and to lust Is a poor captive, that in Golden Fetters (And pretious (as he thinks) but holding gyves) Frets out his life. _Mir._ Find such another woman, And take her for his labour, any man: