Duke.  We doe receive you all into our favour,
And my faire Dutchesse; my unkind divorce
Shall be confounded with a second marriage,
I here receive thee once more as my wife.

Val.  You have your childeren, I have paid that debt, You have divorc’d me, therefore I am free, And henceforth I will be at libertie.

Duke.  Theres no divorce can part thee from thy Lord.

Valen.  Like to unkindnesse there is no divorce, I will no more be won unto your bed, But take some course to lament my life mislead.

Duke.  Canst thou live better then in sacred wedlock?

Valen.  Wedlocke to me is unpleasing, since my Lord Hath broke the band of marriage with unkindnesse.

Duke.  Intreate her, children, Fredericke, Euphrata, Let me not loose the essence of my soule.

Fred.  Divine Valentia, mirrour of thy sexe,
The pride of true reclaim’d incontinence,
Honour of the dishonoring, yeeld I pray,
And be mercifull, pitty my fathers smart,
Since thy last thraldome hath neare cleft his heart.

Euph.  ’Twas for his children that his spleene did rise, Anger a torture haunting the most wise.

Valen.  O no I am a murderesse, an Erinnis, A fury sent from Limbo to affright Legions of people with my horrid sight.

Hat.  What doe you meane? be won by their intreaties.

Alfred.  ’Tis madnesse in you to be thus perverse.

Val.  Who ever speaks, base wretches, be you dumb;
You are the catterpillers of the state,
By your bad dealings he is unfortunate. 
Thou, honorable, true, beloved Lord,
Hearken to me, and by thy antient love,
I charge thee, banish these realme-sucking slaves,
That build their pallace upon poore mens graves. 
O those are they that have wrong’d both you and me,
Made this blest land a land of miserie;
And since, by too much loving, your grace hath falne
Into a generall hating of your subjects,
Redeeme your lost estate with better dayes;
So shall you merit never dying praise,
So shall you gaine lives quietnesse on earth,
And after death a new celestiall birth.

Duke.  Unto thy wisedome I referre their doomes,
My selfe, my Dukedome, and my crowne. 
Oh were there anything of higher rate,
That unto [t]hee I’de wholly consecrate.

Val.  This kind surrender shewes you are a Prince,
Worthy to be an Angell in the world
Of immortalitie,
Which these cursed creatures never can attaine. 
But that this world may know how much I hate
This cruell, base oppression of the poore,
First, I enjoyne you for the wrongs you have done,
Make restitution; and because your goods
Are not sufficient so to satisfie,
I doe condemn your bodies to the Mynes,
Where live like golden drudges all your lives,
In digging of the mettall you best love: 
Death is your due, but for your noble race
This gentle sentence I impose on you: 
The Duke succeeding shall behold it done.