Who would believe Such rage could be in woman? _Viol_. For this fellow, He is not worth my knowledge. _Jam_. Let him live then, Since you esteem him innocent. _Viol_. No _Jamy_, He shall make up the mess: now strike together, And let them fall so. _Assist_. Unheard of crueltie! I can endure no longer: seise on her. _Viol_. Am I betrai'd? Is this thy faith, _Jamy_? _Jam_. Could your desires Challenge performance of a deed so horrid? Or, though that you had sold your self to hell, I should make up the bargain? Live (dear Brother) Live long, and happy: I forgive you freely; To have done you this service, is to me A fair Inheritance: and how e're harsh language (Call'd on by your rough usage) pass'd my lips, In my heart I ever lov'd you: all my labours Were but to shew, how much your love was cozen'd, When it beheld it self in this false Glass, That did abuse you; and I am so far From envying young _Ascanio_ his good fortune, That if your State were mine, I would adopt him, These are the Murtherers my noble friends, Which (to make trial of her bloudy purpose) I won, to come disguis'd thus. _Hen_. I am too full Of grief, and shame to speak: but what I'le doe, Shall to the world proclaim my penitence; And howsoever I have liv'd, I'le die A much chang'd man. _Jam_. Were it but possible You could make satisfaction to this woman, Our joyes were perfect. _Hen_. That's my only comfort, That it is in my power: I ne're was married To this bad woman, though I doted on her, But daily did defer it, still expecting When grief would kill _Jacintha_. _Assist_. All is come out, And finds a fair success: take her _Don Henrique_, And once again embrace your Son. _Hen_. Most gladly. _Assist_. Your Brother hath deserv'd all. _Hen_. And shall share The moitie of my State. _Assist_. I have heard, advocate, What an ill Instrument you have been to him, From this time strengthen him with honest counsels, As you'le deserve my pardon. _Bar_. I'le change my Copy: But I am punish'd, for I fear I have had A smart blow, though unseen. _Assist_. Curate, and Sexton, I have heard of you too, let me hear no more, And what's past, is forgotten; For this woman, Though her intent were bloody, yet our Law Calls it not death: yet that her punishment May deter others from such bad attempts, The dowry she brought with her, shall be emploi'd To build a Nunnery, where she shall spend The remnant of her life. _Viol_. Since I have miss'd my ends, I scorn what can fall on me. _Assist_.