_Cla._ I will; I will declare a Secret which till now I never did disclose: I lov'd that _Bonvile_ whom thou now hast slain, not as I ought to do, but with a Woman's Love, which he never did know: And Yesterday when I beheld the fatal Marriage ended, then like a Merchant walking on the _Downes_, sees a rich Vessel of his own engaged, and after took, and born away a Prize: So I, after I'd seen my _Bonvile_ lost, (for so he was to me) resuming all the Malice of a Woman, resolved never to entertain one Thought of Love again; but lead a Life as _Lapland_ Witches do, only on others Ruines: Then when you approached me with the hateful Sound of Love, to dash your Hopes, and put a Period to your growing Passion, I bid you kill your best and dearest Friend? _Fri._ True. _Cla._ Now the best Friend to one in Love, is Love it self. _Fri._ O my curs'd Stars, that wrap'd me up in such a black Mistake, What have I done? _Cla._ Done! Why you have done bravely, why do you tremble? _Fri._ An inward Guilt lies heavy on my Soul, and Horror with all her dreadful Forms still haunts my Sight. And did you love this _Bonvile_? _Cla._ The Queen of Beauty never doted more on her beloved _Adonis_ than I on him. _Fri._ And now as much you hate him: O the unheard-of Inconstancy of Women! All that they have is feign'd; their Teeth, their Hair, their Blushes, and their Smiles; nay their very Conscience (if any such they have) is feign'd; all counterfeit and false: Let them wash, patch and daub themselves with all the Helps for Nature that Art cou'd e're invent, still they are Women: And let 'em rob all _India_ of its store to adorn themselves therewith, still are they not all that thing call'd Woman: I know not what to do, for I love and hate this Creature both at once. _Cla._ What ails my _Friendly_? _Fri._ But _Bonvile_ yet must feel his Enemies Rage; shall he succeed in Love, whilst I am cross'd in mine? No, it must not, cannot, nay it shall not be. _Four Heads I have, to make a Plot not common; Malice, Revenge, the Devil, and a Woman._ [_Offers to go._ _Cla._ What will you leave me then? _Fri._ Leave thee; yes, forever: Fly thee as I wou'd a Blast from Hell: Thou art thy self a Hell; thy base detested hateful Woman's Breath infects the purest Air: _May my Friend's Blood, which I for thee have spilt, Light on thy Head, and your's be all the Guilt._ [_Exeunt_ severally. _Enter_ Compasse _new clothed_, Pettifog, _and two or three Men Neighbors._ _Comp._ Gentlemen and Neighbours, as you have been Witnesses to our Divorce, so shall ye now be Evidences to our next Meeting, which I look for every Minute. 1st _Neigh._ I came for that Intent, Neighbour.