_Ordel._ I would be what I should be. _Mart._ Live and confirm the gods then, live and be loaden With more than Olive[s]bear, or fruitful Autumn; This way you kill your merit, kill your cause, And him you would raise life to, where, or how Got you these bloudy thoughts? what Devil durst Look on that Angel face, and tempt? doe you know What is't to die thus, how you strike the Stars, And all good things above, do you feel What follows a self-bloud, whether you venture, And to what punishment? excellent Lady, Be not thus cozen'd, do not fool your self, The Priest was never his own sacrifice, But he that thought his hell here. _Ordel._ I am counsell'd. _Mart._ And I am glad on't, lie, I know you dare not. _Ordel._ I never have done yet. _Mart._ Pray take my comfort, Was this a soul to lose? two more such women Would save their sex; see, she repents and prayes, Oh hear her, hear her, if there be a faith Able to reach your mercies, she hath sent it. _Ordel._ Now good _Martel_ confirm me. _Mart._ I will Lady, And every hour advise you, for I doubt Whether this plot be heavens, or hells; your mother And I will find it, if it be in mankind To search the center of it: in the mean time I'll give you out for dead, and by your self, And shew the instrument, so shall I find A joy that will betray her. _Ordel._ Do what's fittest; And I will follow you. _Mart._ Then ever live Both able to engross all love, and give. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Brunhalt, Protaldye. _Brun._ I'm in labour To be deliver'd of that burthenous project I have so long gone with; ha, here's the Midwife, Or life, or death. _Enter_ Lecure. _Lecu._ If in the supposition Of her death in whose life you die, you ask me, I think you are safe. _Brun._ Is she dead? _Lecu._ I have us'd All means to make her so, I saw him waiting At the Temple door, and us'd such Art within, That only she of all her Sex was first Giv'n up unto his fury. _Brun._ Which if love Or fear made him forbear to execute The vengeance he determin'd, his fond pity Shall draw it on himself, for were there left Not any man but he, to serve my pleasures, Or from me to receive commands, which are The joyes for which I love life, he should be Remov'd, and I alone left to be Queen O'er any part of goodness that's left in me. _Lecu._ If you are so resolv'd, I have provided A means to s[h]ip him hence: look upon this, But touch it sparingly, for this once us'd, Say but to dry a tear, will keep the eye-lid From closing, until death perform that office.