This banishment is a kind of civil death,
     And now, as it were at his funeral
     To shed a tear or two, is not unmanly,
     And so farewel for ever:  one word more,
     Though I must never see thee (my Ascanio)
     When this is spent (for so the Judge decreed)
     Send to me for supply:  are you pleas’d now?

     Vio.

     Yes:  I have cause:  to see you howl and blubber
     At the parting of my torment, and your shame. 
     ’Tis well:  proceed:  supply his wants:  doe doe: 
     Let the great dower I brought serve to maintain
     Your Bastards riots:  send my Clothes and Jewels,
     To your old acquaintance, your dear dame his Mother. 
     Now you begin to melt, I know ’twill follow.

     Hen.

     Is all I doe misconstru’d?

     Viol.

     I will take
     A course to right my self, a speeding one: 
     By the bless’d Saints, I will; if I prove cruel,
     The shame to see thy foolish pity, taught me
     To lose my natural softness, keep off from me,
     Thy flatteries are infectious, and I’le flee thee
     As I would doe a Leper.

     Hen.

     Let not fury
     Transport you so:  you know I am your Creature,
     All love, but to your self, with him, hath left me. 
     I’le joyn with you in any thing.

     Viol.

     In vain,
     I’le take mine own waies, and will have no partners.

     Hen.

     I will not cross you.

     Viol.

     Do not, they shall find
     That to a Woman of her hopes beguil’d
     A Viper trod on, or an Aspick’s mild.

[Exeunt.

     SCENA II.

     Enter Lopez, Milanes, Arsenio.

     Lop.

     Sits the game there?  I have you by mine order,
     I love Leandro for’t.

     Mil.

     But you must shew it
     In lending him your help, to gain him means
     And opportunity.

     Lop.

     He shall want nothing,
     I know my Advocate to a hair, and what
     Will fetch him from his Prayers, if he use any,
     I am honyed with the project:  I would have him horn’d
     For a most precious Beast.

     Ars.

But you lose time.

Lop.

I am gone, instruct you Diego, you will find him
A sharp and subtle Knave, give him but hints
And he will amplifie.  See all things ready,
I’le fetch him with a vengeance—­

[Exit.

Ars.

If he fail now,
We’ll give him over too.

Mil.

Tush, he is flesh’d. 
And knows what vein to strike for his own credit.