_Bian._ I'll pray for ye That you may have a virtuous wife, a fair one, And when I am dead-- _Ces._ Fy, fy. _Bian._ Think on me sometimes, With mercy for this trespass. _Ces._ Let us kiss At parting as at coming. _Bian._ This I have As a free dower to a virgins grave, All goodness dwell with ye.-- [_Exit._ _Ces._ Harmeless _Biancha_! unskill'd; What hansome toyes are maids to play with! _Enter Mariana and Clarissa._ How innocent! But I have other thoughts Of nobler meditation.--my felicity, Thou commest as I could wish, lend me a lip Soft as melting as when old _Alberto_ After his first nights triall taking farewell Of thy youth's conquest tasted. _Maria._ You are uncivill. _Ces._ I will be Lord of my own pleasures, Madam Y'are mine, mine freely, Come, no whimpering henceforth New con the lessons of loves best experience, That our delights may meet in equal measure Of resolutions and desires; this sulleness Is scurvy, I like it not. _Mar._ Be modest. And do not learn _Cesario_ how to prostitute The riot of thy hopes to common folly; Take a sad womans word, how ere thou doat'st Upon the present graces of thy greatnes. Yea I am not falen so below my constancy To virtue, nor the care which I once tend'red For thy behoof that I prefer a sentence Of cruelty before my honor. _Ces._ Honor! _Maria._ Hear me, thou seest this girl! now the comfort Of my last days. She is the onely pledge Of a bed truely noble: shee had a father (I need not speak him more than thou remembrest) Whom to dishonor by a meaner choice, Were injury and infamy. _Claris._ To goodnes, To time and virtuous mention. _Mar._ I have vow'd, Observe me now _Cesario_, that how ere I may be forc'd to marry, yet no tyranny, Persuasions, flattery, guifts, intreats, or tortures, Shall draw me to a second bed. _Clar._ Tis just too. _Maria._ Yes and 'tis just _Clarissa_. I allow The Duke's late sentence, am resolv'd young man To be thy wife, but when the ceremony Of marriage is perform'd, in life I will be, Though not in name, a widdow. _Ces._ Pray a word t'ee, Shall I in earnest never be your bedfellow? _Maria._ Never, O never; and 'tis for your good too. _Ces._ Prove that. _Mar._ Alas too many years are numbred In my account to entertain the benefit Which youth in thee _Cesario_, and ability Might hope for and require, it were Injustice To rob a gentleman deserving memory Of Issue to preserve it. _Ces._ No more herein, You are an excellent pattern of true piety, Let me now turn your advocate. Pray look into The order of the Duke. Injoyn'd, admit I satisfie the sentence without mariage With you, how then? _Mar. Cesario._