Yes: I have cause: to see you howl and blubber At the parting of my torment, and your shame. 'Tis well: proceed: supply his wants: doe doe: Let the great dower I brought serve to maintain Your Bastards riots: send my Clothes and Jewels, To your old acquaintance, your dear dame his Mother. Now you begin to melt, I know 'twill follow. _Hen_. Is all I doe misconstru'd? _Viol_. I will take A course to right my self, a speeding one: By the bless'd Saints, I will; if I prove cruel, The shame to see thy foolish pity, taught me To lose my natural softness, keep off from me, Thy flatteries are infectious, and I'le flee thee As I would doe a Leper. _Hen_. Let not fury Transport you so: you know I am your Creature, All love, but to your self, with him, hath left me. I'le joyn with you in any thing. _Viol_. In vain, I'le take mine own waies, and will have no partners. _Hen_. I will not cross you. _Viol_. Do not, they shall find That to a Woman of her hopes beguil'd A Viper trod on, or an Aspick's mild. [_Exeunt_. SCENA II. _Enter_ Lopez, Milanes, Arsenio. _Lop_. Sits the game there? I have you by mine order, I love _Leandro_ for't. _Mil_. But you must shew it In lending him your help, to gain him means And opportunity. _Lop_. He shall want nothing, I know my Advocate to a hair, and what Will fetch him from his Prayers, if he use any, I am honyed with the project: I would have him horn'd For a most precious Beast. _Ars_. But you lose time. _Lop_. I am gone, instruct you _Diego_, you will find him A sharp and subtle Knave, give him but hints And he will amplifie. See all things ready, I'le fetch him with a vengeance-- [_Exit_. _Ars_. If he fail now, We'll give him over too. _Mil_. Tush, he is flesh'd. And knows what vein to strike for his own credit. _Ars_. All things are ready. _Mil_. Then we shall have a merry Scene, ne're fear it. [_Exeunt_. SCENA III. _Enter_ Amaranta, _with a note, and_ Moor. _Amar_. Is thy Master gone out? _Moor_. Even now, the Curate fetch'd him, About a serious business as it seem'd, For he snatch'd up his Cloak, and brush'd his Hat straight, Set his Band handsomely, and out he gallop'd. _Amar_.