_Ferd._ It manacles me, _Gerrard_, else this hand Should bear thee to the Law. Fare well for ever: Since friendship is so fatal, never more Will I have friend: thou hast put so sure a plea, That all my weal's litigious made by thee. _Ger._ I did no crime to you. His love transports him; And yet I mourn, that cruel destinie Should make us two thus one anothers cross: We have lov'd since boys; for the same time cast him On Lord _Benvoglio_, that my Aunt and I Were succour'd by _Randulpho_: men have call'd us The parallels of _Millain_; and some said We were not much unlike. O Heaven divert, That we should (ever since that time) be breeding Mutual destruction. _Enter Dorothea._ _Dor._ O where are you? you have made a fair hand. By ---- yonder is your Aunt with my Lady; she came in, just as she was wooing your Mistris for another; and what did me she, but out with her purse, and shew'd all the naked truth, ifaith. Fie upon you, you should never trust an old woman with a secret; they cannot hold; they cannot hold so well as we, and you'ld hang 'em. First, there was swearing and staring, then there was howling and weeping, and O my daughter, and O my mother. _Ger._ The effect, the effect. _Dor._ Marry no way, but one with you. _Ger._ Why welcom. Shall she scape? _Dor._ Nay, she has made her scape already. _Ger._ Why, is she gone? _Dor._ The scape of her virginitie, I mean. You men are as dull, you can conceive nothing; You think it is enough to beget. _Ger._ I; but surely, _Dorothea_, that scap'd not; Her maiden-head suffer'd. _Dor._ And you were the Executioner. _Ger._ But what's the event? lord, how thou starv'st me, _Doll_! _Dor._ Lord how thou starv'st me, _Doll_? By ---- I would fain see you cry a little. Do you stand now, as if you could get a child? Come, I'll rack you no more: This is the heart of the business: always provided, Signior, that if it please the fates to make you a Lord, you be not proud, nor forget your poor handmaid _Doll_, who was partly accessary to the incision of this _Holofernian_ Maidenhead. _Ger._ I will forget my name first. Speak. _Dor._ Then thus; My Lady knows all; her sorrow is reasonably well digested; has vow'd to conceal it from my Lord, till delay ripen things better; Wills you to attend her this evening at the back gate; I'll let you in; where her own Confessor shall put you together lawfully, e'r the child be born; which birth is very near, I can assure you: all your charge is your vigilance; and to bring with you some trusty Nurse, to convey the Infant out of the house. _Ger._ Oh beam of comfort, take! go, tell my Lady I pray for her as I walk: my joys so flow, That what I speak or do, I do not know. [_Exeunt._