_Duke._ True, if then you appeale to higher Justice, Our Doom includes this clause upon refusal, Out of your Lords revenues shall _Cæsario_ Assure to any, whom he takes for Wife, The inheritance of three parts; the less remainer Is dowry large enough to marry a daughter; And we, by our Prerogative, which you question, Will publickly adopt him into th'name Of your deceas'd _Alberto_, that the memory Of so approv'd a Peer may live in him That can preserve his memory; 'less you find out Some other means, which may as amply satisfie His wrong, our Sentence stands irrevocable: What think you Lords? _Omnes._ The Duke is just and honorable. _Bap._ Let me embrace _Cæsario_, henceforth ever I vow a constant friendship. _Mentivole._ I remit all former difference. _Cesar._ I am too poor In words to thank this Justice. _Madam_, alwayes My studies shall be love to you, and duty. _Duke._ Replies we admit none. _Cæsario_ wait on us. [_Exeunt. Manent, Mentivole, Bap. Mari. Claris._ _Bap. Mentivole._ _Menti._ My Lord. _Bap._ Look on _Clarissa_, she's noble, rich, young, fair. _Mentivole._ My Lord, and virtuous. _Bap. Mentivole_ and virtuous.--_Madam._ _Maria._ Tyranny of Justice, I shall live reports derision, That am compell'd to exchange a graceful Widdowhood For a continual Martyrdome in Marriage, With one so much beneath me. _Bap._ I'll plead for ye Boldly and constantly, let your daughter only Admit my son her servant, at next visit, _Madam_, I'll be a messenger of comfort. _Mentivole_, be confident and earnest. [_Exit._ _Maria._ Married again, to him too! better 'thad been The young Man should have still retain'd the honors Of old _Alberto's_ son, than I the shame Of making him successor of his bed; I was too blame. _Ment._ Indeed without offence, Madam I think you were. _Claris._ You urge it fairly, and like a worthy friend. _Maria._ Can you say any thing In commendation of a Mushroom withered Assoon as started up? _Ment._ You scorn an Innocent Of noble growth, for whiles your husband liv'd I have heard you boast _Cesario_ in all actions Gave matter of report of Imitation, Wonder and envy; let not discontinuance Of some few days estrange a sweet opinion Of virtue, ch[ie]fly when, in such extremity, Your pitty not contempt will argue goodness. _Maria._ O Sir. _Cla._ If you would use a thriving courtship, You cannot utter a more powerfull language That I shall listen to with greater greediness Than th'argument you prosecute; this speaks you A man compleat and excellent. _Ment._ I speak not, they are his own deserts.