_Rand._ Yes; well I love her; And yet I wish I had another daughter To gratifie my _Gerrard_, who (by ----) Is all the glory of my family, But has too much worth to [l]ive so obscure; I'll have him Secretary of Estate Upon the Dukes return: for credit me, The value of that Gentleman's not known; His strong abilities are fit to guide The whole Republique: he hath Learning, youth, Valour, discretion, honesty of a Saint; His Aunt is wondrous good too. _Enter_ Violanta _in a bed_; Angelina _and_ Dorothea _sitting by her_. _Ben._ You have spoke The very character of _Ferdinand_: One is the others mirror. How now, Daughter? _Rand._ How fares my Neece? _Viol._ A little better, Uncle, then I was, I thank you. _Rand._ Brother, a meer cold. _Angel._ It was a cold and heat, I think: but Heaven be thanked We have broken that away. _Ben._ And yet, _Violanta_, You'll lie alone still, and you see what's got. _Dor._ Sure, Sir, when this was got, she had a bed-fellow. _Rand._ What has her chollick left her in her belly? _Dor._ 'T has left her, but she has had a sore fit. _Rand._ I, that same Collick and Stone's inherent to us O' th' womans side: our Mothers had them both. _Dor._ So has she had, Sir. How these old fornicators talk! she had more Need of Mace-Ale, and Rhenish-wine Caudles, heaven knows, Then your aged Discipline. _Ben._ Say? _Enter_ Ferdinand. _Ang._ She will have the man; and on recovery Will wholly be dispos'd by you. _Ben._ That's my wench: How now? what change is this? why _Ferdinand_, Are these your Robes of joy should be indu'd? Doth _Hymen_ wear black? I did send for you To have my honorable Brother witness The Contract I will make 'twixt you and her. Put off all doubt; she loves ye? what d' ye say? _Rand._ Speak man, Why look you so distractedly? _Ferd._ There are your keys, [Sir:] I'll no Contract[s, I] Divinest _V[i]olanta_, I will serve you Thus on my knees, and pray for you: _Juno, Lucina fer opem_. My inequality ascends no higher: I dare not marry you. _Ben._ How's this? _Ferd._ Good night, I have a friend has almost made me mad: I weep sometimes, and instantly can laugh: Nay, I do dance, and sing, and suddenly Roar like a storm. Strange tricks these, are they not? And wherefore all this? Shall I tell you? no, Thorow mine ears, my heart a plague hath caught, And I have vow'd to keep it close, not shew My grief to any; for it has no cure. On, wandring steps, to some remote place move: I'll keep my vow, though I have lost my Love. [_Exit._