SCENE III.

_Enter_ Michael, _and_ Valentine.

_Mich._ Good Sir go back again, and take my counsel, Sores are not cur'd by sorrows, nor time broke from us, Pull'd back again by sighs.

_Val._ What should I do friend?

_Mich._ Do that that may redeem ye, go back quickly, _Sebastians_ Daughter can prevail much with her, The Abbess is her Aunt too.

_Val._ But my friend then Whose love and loss is equal ty'd.

_Mich._ Content ye, That shall be my task if he be alive, Or where my travel and my care may reach him, I'le bring him back again.

_Val._ Say he come back To piece his poor friends life out? and my Mistress Be vow'd for ever a recluse?

_Mich._ So suddenly She cannot, hast ye therefore instantly away Sir, To put that Daughter by; first as to a Father, Then as a friend she was committed to ye, And all the care she now has: by which priviledge She cannot do her this violence, But you may break it, and the law allows ye.

_Val._ O but I forc'd her to it.

_Mich._ Leave disputing Against your self, if you will needs be miserable Spight of her goodness, and your friends perswasions. Think on, and thrive thereafter.

_Val._ I will home then. And follow your advice, and good, good _Michael_.

_Mich._ No more, I know your soul's divided, _Valentine_, Cure but that part at home with speedy marriage E're my return, for then those thoughts that vext her, While there ran any stream for loose affections, Will be stopt up, and chaste ey'd honour guide her. Away, and hope the best still: I'le work for ye, And pray too heartily, away, no more words. [_Exeunt._