Enter Lady.

Lady.  How doe you, sir?

Thu.  Oh, oh, my head, my head! 
Stand further of, good nightcrow:  if thou comst
As a presaging harbinger of death,
Howlt in thy direfulst and most horrid notes,
And [’t] will be wellcome as choyse musick to me
And Ile adore thee fort, with teares of ioy
Make thy black feathers white.

Lady.  Good sir, mistake me not, I am your friend.

Thu.  I cry you mercy, lady; you are shee
Whom I had vowd to love;—­a wild conceite
Had seasd my fancy.  Pardon me, I must
Proclaim to heaven and to the world a truth
Which I should study to forget:  you are
A Creature so suparlatively bad
That, were the earth as absolute from sinn
As in its first creation, youre sole crimes
Would pull a curse upon it.  I should tell you
The specialties wherein you’re foule, but dare not
Breath in the same ayre with you; I begin
To feel infection:—­fare you well. [Exit.

Lady.  Contemnd againe! deprive me of the name
And soule of woman! render me a scorne
To the most base of our revengefull sex! 
If I beare this while there be knives or swords,
Poyson or ought left to extinguish life
That womans spleene can compasse—­
Alexander! within there!

    Enter Alexander.

Goe to my sonn; inioyne him by all rights
Of naturall duty to accomplish that
Which in youre hearing I comanded him. 
Beare him this Jewell and this gold, that when
Tis don he may escape; be carefull,
As you expect my favour.

Alex.  I shall inculcate your desires unto him. 
—­Her favour! goe to, theres comfort.
          
                                [Exit.

Enter Thorowgood.

Tho.  Madam, theres one brings a sad message to you.

Lady.  From whome, I pray you.

Tho.  From two friends of yours Your cruelty has murdred,

Lady.  My cruelty
Never extended to that horrid height,
Not to my foes.  Who are they?

Tho.  Your daughter,
The innocent Belisia, and my friend,
Her worthy suiter, Bonvill.

Lady.  Your freind and my daughter dead and by my meanes! 
This cannot be; my daughters sure in the house. 
Good sir, unfould this ridle, it begetts
Wonder and terror in me.

Tho.  Madam, you know with what a cruel messuage
You sent me to my friend, which provd as false
As your faire daughter virtuous.  Why you did it
I will not question, nor upbraid you with
This violation of your faith.

Lady.  This story Conduces nothing to the deathes you talkd of.