Tor. Now, by my soul, she shall not go:  why, Raymond,
Her every tear is worth a father’s life. 
Come to my arms, come, my fair penitent! 
Let us not think what future ills may fall. 
But drink deep draughts of love, and lose them all.
                                      [Exeunt TOR. with the Queen.

Raym. No matter yet, he has my hook within him. 
Now let him frisk and flounce, and run and roll,
And think to break his hold; he toils in vain. 
This love, the bait he gorged so greedily,
Will make him sick, and then I have him sure.

Enter ALPHONSO and PEDRO.

Alph. Brother, there’s news from Bertran; he desires
Admittance to the king, and cries aloud,—­
This day shall end our fears of civil war!—­
For his safe conduct he entreats your presence,
And begs you would be speedy.

Raym. Though I loath The traitor’s sight, I’ll go.  Attend us here. [Exit.

  Enter GOMEZ, ELVIRA, DOMINICK, with Officers, to make the Stage
  as full as possible.

Ped. Why, how now, Gomez? what mak’st thou here, with a whole brotherhood of city-bailiffs?  Why, thou look’st like Adam in Paradise, with his guard of beasts about him.

Gom. Ay, and a man had need of them, Don Pedro; for here are the two old seducers, a wife and priest,—­that’s Eve and the serpent,—­at my elbow.

Dom. Take notice how uncharitably he talks of churchmen.

Gom. Indeed, you are a charitable belswagger!  My wife cried out,—­ “Fire, fire!” and you brought out your church-buckets, and called for engines to play against it.

Alph. I am sorry you are come hither to accuse your wife; her education has been virtuous, her nature mild and easy.

Gom. Yes! she’s easy, with a vengeance; there’s a certain colonel has found her so.

Alph. She came a spotless virgin to your bed.

Gom. And she’s a spotless virgin still for me—­she’s never the worse for my wearing, I’ll take my oath on’t.  I have lived with her with all the innocence of a man of threescore, like a peaceable bed-fellow as I am.

Elv. Indeed, sir, I have no reason to complain of him for disturbing of my sleep.

Dom. A fine commendation you have given yourself; the church did not marry you for that.

Ped. Come, come, your grievances, your grievances.

Dom. Why, noble sir, I’ll tell you.

Gom. Peace, friar! and let me speak first.  I am the plaintiff.  Sure you think you are in the pulpit, where you preach by hours.

Dom. And you edify by minutes.

Gom. Where you make doctrines for the people, and uses and applications for yourselves.

Ped. Gomez, give way to the old gentleman in black.