_Leu._ Madam I will serve you As shall become me. O dissembling woman! Whom I must reverence though. Take from thy Quiver, sure-aim'd _Apollo_; one of thy swift darts, Headed with thy consuming golden beams, And let it melt this body into mist, That none may find it. _Bac._ Shall I beg my Lords This Room in private for the _Prince_ and me? [_Exeunt all but Leu. and Bach._ _Leu._ What will she say now? _Bach._ I must still enjoy him: Yet there is still left in me a spark of woman, That wishes he [w]ould move it, but he stands, As if he grew there with his eyes on earth, Sir, you and I when we were last together Kept not this distance as we were afraid Of blasting by our selves. _Leu._ Madam 'tis true, Heaven pardon it. _Bach._ Amen Sir. You may think that I have done you wrong in this strange marriage. _Leu._ 'Tis past now. _Bach._ But it was no fault of mine: The world had call'd me mad, had I refus'd The King: nor layd I any train to catch him, It was your own Oaths did it. _Leu._ 'Tis a truth: that takes my sleep away, but Would to Heaven, if it had so been pleas'd, you had Refus'd him, though I had gratifi'd that courtesie With having you my self: But since 'tis thus, I doe beseech you that you will be honest From henceforth; and not abuse his credulous Age, Which you may easily doe. As for my self What I can say, you know alas too well Is ty'd within me, here it will sit like lead, But shall offend no other, it will pluck me Back from my ent'rance into any mirth, As if a servant came, and whisper'd with me Of some friends death, but I will bear my self, To you, with all the due obedience A son owes to a Mother: more than this, Is not in me, but I must leave the rest to the Just gods: who in their blessed time, When they have given me punishment enough, For my rash Sin, will mercifully find As unexpected means to ease my grief As they did now to bring it. _Bac._ Grown so godly? this must not be. And I will be to you, no other than a natural Mother ought; And for my honesty, so you will swear Never to urge me, I shall keep it safe from any other. _Leu._ Bless me I should urge you? _Bacha._ Nay but swear then that I may be at peace, For I doe feel a weakness in my self, That can denie you nothing, if you tempt me, I shall embrace Sin as it were a friend, and run to meet it. _Leu._ If you knew how far It were from me, you would not urge an Oath. But for your satisfaction, when I tempt you. _Bac._ Swear not: I cannot move him, this sad talk Of things past help, does not become us well. Shall I send one for my _Musicians_, and we'll dance? _Leu._ Dance Madam? _Bac._ Yes, _Alavalta_. _Leu._ I cannot dance Madam.