_Ferd._ Oh blessed solitude! here my grief[s] may speak; And sorrow, I will argue with thee now: Nothing will keep me company: the flowers Die at my moan; the gliding silver streams Hasten to flee my lamentations; The air rolls from 'em; and the Golden Sun Is smother'd pale as _Phœbe_ with my sighs: Only the earth is kind, that stays. Then earth, To thee will I complain. Why do the Heavens Impose upon me Love, what I can ne'er enjoy? Before fruition was impossible, I did not thirst it. _Gerrard_, she is thine, Seal'd and deliver'd; but 'twas ill to stain Her virgin state, e'r ye were married. Poor Infant, what's become of thee? thou know'st not The woe thy parents brought thee t[o]. Dear earth, Bury this close in thy sterility; Be barren to this seed, let it not grow; For if it do, 'twill bud no Violet Nor Gillyflower, but wild Brier, or rank Rue, Unsavory and hurtful. _Ben. Ferdinand_, Thy steel hath digg'd the Earth, thy words my Heart. _Ferd._ Oh! I have violated faith, betraid My friend and innocency. _Ben._ Desperate youth, Violate not thy soul too: I have showers For thee, young man; but _Gerrard_ flames for thee. Was thy base pen made to dash out mine honor, And prostitute my Daughter? Bastard, whore, Come, turn thy femal tears into revenge, Which I will quench my thirst with, e'r I see Daughter, or Wife, or branded Family. By ---- both dye: and for amends, _Ferd'nando_ be my heir. I'll to my brother, First tell him all, then to the Duke for justice: This morning he's receiv'd. Mountains nor Seas Shall bar my flight to vengeance: the foul stain Printed on me, thy bloud shall rinse again. [_Exit._ _Ferd._ I have transgress'd all goodness, witlesly Rais'd mine own curs[es] from posterity: I'll follow, to redress in what I may; If not, your heir can dye as well as they. [_Exit._ Dumb Shew.