_Bac._ Then lets be merry. _Leu._ I am as my _Fortunes_ bid me. Do not you see me sowr? _Bac._ Yes. And why think you I smile? _Leu._ I am so far from any joy my self, I cannot fancie a cause of mirth. _Bac._ I'll tell you, we are alone: _Leu._ Alone? _Bac._ Yes. _Leu._ 'Tis true: what then? _Bac._ What then? you make my smiling now Break into laughter: what think you is to be done then? _Leu._ We shou'd pray to Heaven for mercy. _Bacha._ Pray? that were a way indeed To pass the time: but I will make you blush, To see a bashfull woman teach a man What we should doe alone: try again If you can find it out. _Leu._ I dare not think I understand you. _Bac._ I must teach you then; Come, kiss me. _Leu._ Kiss you? _Bac._ Yes, be not asham'd: You did it not your self, I will forgive you. _Leuc._ Keep you displeas'd gods, the due respect I ought to bear unto this wicked woman, As she is now my Mother, Haste within me, Lest I add sins to sins, till no repentance will cure me. _Bac._ Leave these melancholly moods, That I may swear thee welcome on thy Lipps A thousand times. _Leuc._ Pray leave this wicked talk, You doe not know to what my Fathers wrong May urge me. _Bac._ I'm careless, and doe weigh The world, my life, and all my after hopes Nothing without thy Love, mistake me not: Thy Love, as I have had it, free and open As wedlock is, within it self, what say you? _Leu._ Nothing. _Bac._ Pitty me, behold a Duchess Kneels for thy mercie, and I swear to you Though I should lye with you, it is no Lust, For it desires no change, I could with you Content my self; what answer will you give? _Leuc._ They that can answer must be less amaz'd, Than I am now: you see my tears deliver My meaning to you. _Bac._ Shall I be contem'd? thou art a beast, worse than a savage beast, To let a Lady kneel, to beg that thing Which a right man would offer. _Leu._ 'Tis your will Heaven: but let me bear me like My self, how ever she does. _Bac._ Were you made an _Eunuch_, since you went hence? Yet they have more desire than I can find in you: How fond was I to beg thy love! I'll force thee to my will Dost thou not know that I can make the King Dote as my list? yield quickly, or by Heaven I'll have thee kept in prison for my purpose, Where I will make thee serve my turn, and have thee fed With such meats as best shall fit my ends And not thy health, why dost not speak to me? And when thou dost displease me, and art grown Less able to perform; then I will have thee Kill'd and forgotten: Are you striken dumb?