155 _die_. A, stay. 156 _In_. A, With. _her_. Emend. Dilke; Qq, his. See note, p. 159. 162 _And curb . . . policies_. A, And let him curb his rage with policy. 193 _taint_. A, print. 197 _by_. A, from. ACTUS QUINTI SCENA PRIMA. [_A Room in Montsurry's House._] _Montsurry bare, unbrac't, pulling Tamyra in by the haire; Frier; One bearing light, a standish, and paper, which sets a table._ _Tamyra._ O, help me, father! _Friar._ Impious earle, forbeare; Take violent hand from her, or, by mine order, The King shall force thee. _Montsurry._ Tis not violent; Come you not willingly? _Tam._ Yes, good my lord. _Fri._ My lord, remember that your soule must seek 5 Her peace as well as your revengefull bloud. You ever to this houre have prov'd your selfe A noble, zealous, and obedient sonne T'our holy mother: be not an apostate. Your wives offence serves not (were it the worst 10 You can imagine) without greater proofes To sever your eternall bonds and hearts; Much lesse to touch her with a bloudy hand. Nor is it manly (much lesse husbandly) To expiate any frailty in your wife 15 With churlish strokes, or beastly ods of strength. The stony birth of clowds will touch no lawrell, Nor any sleeper: your wife is your lawrell, And sweetest sleeper; doe not touch her, then; Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapour 20 To her that is more gentle than that rude; In whom kind nature suffer'd one offence But to set off her other excellence. _Mont._ Good father, leave us: interrupt no more The course I must runne for mine honour sake. 25 Rely on my love to her, which her fault Cannot extinguish. Will she but disclose Who was the secret minister of her love, And through what maze he serv'd it, we are friends. _Fri._ It is a damn'd work to pursue those secrets 30 That would ope more sinne, and prove springs of slaughter; Nor is't a path for Christian feet to tread, But out of all way to the health of soules; A sinne impossible to be forgiven, Which he that dares commit-- _Mont._ Good father, cease your terrors. 35 Tempt not a man distracted; I am apt To outrages that I shall ever rue: I will not passe the verge that bounds a Christian, Nor break the limits of a man nor husband. _Fri._ Then Heaven inspire you both with thoughts and deeds 40 Worthy his high respect, and your owne soules! _Tam._ Father! _Fri._ I warrant thee, my dearest daughter, He will not touch thee; think'st thou him a pagan? His honor and his soule lies for thy safety. _Exit._