_Ces._ If I know How to acquit your fears, yet keep th'injunction In every clause whole and entire, your charity Will call me still your servant. _Mar._ Still my son. _Ces._ Right Madam, now you have it, still your son. The _Genius_ of your blessings hath instructed Your tongue oraculously, we will forget How once I and _Clarissa_ enterchang'd The tyes of brother and of sister, henceforth New stile us man and wife. _Cla._ By what authority? _Ces._ Heavens great appointment, yet in all my dotage On thy perfections, when I thought _Clarissa_ We had been pledges of one womb, no lose No wanton heat of youth, desir'd to claime Priority in thy affections, other Than nature might commend. Chastly I tend'red Thy welfare as a brother ought; but since Our bloods are strangers, let our hearts contract A long life-lasting unity, for this way The sentence is to be observ'd or no way. _Mar._ Then no way. _Ces._ I expected other answer Madam from you. _Mar._ No, every age shall curse me, The monster, and the prodigie of nature, Horrors beyond extremity. _Cla._ Pray mother confine the violence of greif. _Ces._ Yes mother, pray do. _Mar._ Thus some catch at a matrons honor By flying lust to plot Incestuous witchcrafts. More terrible than whoredomes; cruell mercy! When to preserve the body from a death The soul is strangled. _Ces._ This is more than passion, It comes near to distraction. _Mar._ I am quieted. _Cesario_, thou mayest tell the Duke securely _Alberto's_ titles, honors and revenues, The Duke may give away, enjoy them thou. _Clarissas_ birthright, _Marianas_ dower Thou shalt be Lord of; turn us to the world Unpittied and unfriended, yet my bed Thou never sleep'st in; as for her; she hears me, If she as much as in a thought consent; That thou may'st call her wife, a Mothers curse Shall never leave her. _Clar._ As a brother once I lov'd you, as a noble friend yet honor ye, But for a husband sir, I dare not own you, My faith is given already. _Ces._ To a Villain, I'll cut his throat. _Mar._ Why this is more than passion! It comes near a distraction. _Clar._ Call to mind Sir. How much you have abated of that goodness Which once reign'd in ye, they appear'd so lovely That such as friendship led to observation _Enter Baptista and Mentivole._ Courted the great example. _Ces._ Left, and flatter'd into a broad derision? _Mar._ Why d'ee think so? My Lord _Baptista_, is your Son grown cold In hasting on the marriage, which his vows Have seal'd to my wrong'd daughter? _Bap._ We come Lady, to consummate the contract. _Ces._ With _Mentivole_? is he the man?