Lady.  My daughters wills are not in my command:  If you can purchase either of their hearts, My free consent shall follow.

Sir Geff.  Nay, then, they will fall out for me, Madam, I am most fortunate in atcheiving virgins.

    Enter Bonville.

Save you, sweet youth, the bewties of your Mrs.
Crowne your desires.  Are you a suiter?

Bon.  Madam, I have occasions of importance Wishes a little privacy with you.

Lady.  With me, sweet Mr. Bonvill?  Sir Geffrey, Pray you vouchsafe your absence; at more leasure We shall discourse.

Sir Geff.  With all my heart:  Ile to the wenches.
          
                                 [Exit.

Bon.  Madam we are alone?

Lady.  You did desire we should.

Bon.  But are you sure none can oreheare us.

Lady.  Unles we be to loud:  What mooves you to require this secresie?

Bon.  I come to aske a question, which the winds;
If I could deafe them, should not heare for feare
Their repercussive Eccho should declare it
To all our infamies.

Lady.  What ist, I pray you?

Bon.  Your daughter whom I was a servant to, —­I must deliver it in the homeliest phrase—­ Is she dishonest?

Lady.  You urge a repetition, gentle sir, Of a sad truth:  she is.

Bon.  It cannot be
In reason comprehensible a mother
Should for a stranger blurr her daughters fame,
Were it untruth.  I am confirmd; this favor
Transcends requitall:  if a man misled
By error gainst the diety, gross enough
For his damnation, owe a gratitude
To his converter, I am engag’d to you
For my delivery from her.

Lady.  ’Twas no more
Then what my honor obligd me
And my respect to vertue, which in you
I should have murdred by my silence; but
I have not greife enough left to lament
The memory of her folly:  I am growne
Barren of teares by weeping; but the spring
Is not yet quite exhausted. [Weeps.

Bon.  Keepe your teares
Lest the full clouds, ambitious that their drops
Should mix with yours, unteeme their big wombd laps
And rayse a suddeine deluge.  Gratious madam,
The oftner you reherse her losse the more
You intimate the gaine I have acquird
By your free bounty, which to me appeares
So farr transcending possibility
Of satisfaction that, unles you take
My selfe for payment, I can nere discharge
A debt so waytie.

Lady.  Ist come to this?  You speake misteriously; explaine your meaning.

Bon.  To consecrate, with that devotion That holy Hermits immolate[94] theire prayers, My selfe the adorer of your vertues.

Lady.  Are you serious?