Hip.  I’le treble it, In ready gold, if you restore Arnoldo_; For in his death I dye too.

Clod. Without her I am no more.

Arn. Are you there Madam? now
You may feast on my miseries; my coldness
In answering your affections, or hardness,
Give it what name you please, you are reveng’d of,
For now you may perceive, our thred of life
Was spun together, and the poor Arnoldo
Made only to enjoy the best Zenocia,
And not to serve the use of any other;
And in that she may equal; my Lord Clodio
Had long since else enjoyed her, nor could I
Have been so blind, as not to see your great
And many excellencies far, far beyond
Or my deservings, or my hopes; we are now
Going our latest journey, and together,
Our only comfort we desire, pray give it,
Your charity to our ashes, such we must be,
And not to curse our memories.

Hip. I am much mov’d.

Clod. I am wholly overcome, all love to women
Farewell for ever; ere you dye, your pardon;
And yours Sir; had she many years to live,
Perhaps I might look on her, as a Brother,
But as a lover never; and since all
Your sad misfortunes had original
From the barbarous Custom practis’d in my Country,
Heaven witness, for your sake I here release it;
So to your memory, chaste Wives and Virgins
Shall ever pay their vowes.  I give her to you;
And wish, she were so now, as when my lust
Forc’d you to quit the Country.

Hip. It is in vain
To strive with destiny, here my dotage ends,
Look up Zenocia, health in me speaks to you;
She gives him to you, that by divers ways,
So long has kept him from you:  and repent not,
That you were once my servant, for which health
In recompence of what I made you suffer,
The hundred thousand Crowns, the City owes me,
Shall be your dower.

Man. ’Tis a magnificent gift, Had it been timely given.

Hip. It is believe it, Sulpitia.

Enter a Servant, and Sulpitia.

Sulp. Madam.

Hip. Quick, undoe the charm; Ask not a reason why; let it suffice, It is my will.

Sulp. Which I obey and gladly. [Exit.

Man. Is to be married, sayest thou?

Ser. So she sayes Sir, And does desire your presence. [They are born off in chairs.

Man. And tell her I’le come.

Hip. Pray carry them to their rest; for though already, They do appear as dead, let my life pay for’t, If they recover not.

Man. What you have warranted, Assure your self, will be expected from you; Look to them carefully; and till the tryal,—­

Hip. Which shall not be above four hours.

Man. Let me Intreat your companies:  there is something Of weight invites me hence.