SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Lelia _and her waiting-woman with a Vail_.

_Lel._ Art t' sure 'tis he?

_Wom._ Yes, and another with him.

_Lel._ The more the merrier; did you give that money And charg'd it to be delivered where I shew'd you?

_Wom._ Yes, and what else you bad me.

_Lel._ That brave fellow, Though he be old, whate'r he be, shews toughness, And such a one I long for, and must have At any price; these young soft melting gristles Are only for my safer ends.

_Wom._ They are here.

_Lel._ Give me my Vail, and bid the Boy go sing That song above, I gave him; the sad song; Now if I miss him, I am curst, go, wench, And tell 'em I have utterly forsworn All company of men, yet make a venture At last to let 'em in; thou knowst these things, Do 'em to th' life.

_Wom._ I warrant you I am perfect.

_Lel._ Some ill woman for her use would give A million for this Wench, she is so subtle.

_Enter to the door_ Julio, _and_ Angelo.

_Wom._ Good Sir, desire it not, I dare not do it, For since your last being here, Sir, believe me, She has griev'd her self out of all Company, And (sweet Soul) almost out of life too.

_Jul._ Prithee, Let me but speak one word.

_Wom._ You will offend, Sir, And yet your name is more familiar with her Than any thing but sorrow, good Sir, go.

_Ang._ This little Varlet hath her Lesson perfect, These are the baits they bob with.

_Jul._ 'Faith I will not.

_Wom._ I shall be chidden cruelly for this; But you are such a Gentleman--

_Jul._ No more.

_Ang._ There's a new Tyre, wench; peace, thou art well enough.

_Jul._ What, has she musick?

_Wom._ Yes, for Heavens sake stay, 'Tis all she feeds upon.

_Jul._ Alas, poor soul.

_Ang._ Now will I pray devoutly, for there's need on't.

The SONG.

_Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,_ _For I must dye:_ _Farewel false Love, thy tongue is ever telling_ _Lye after Lye._ _For ever let me rest now from thy smarts,_ _Alas, for pity go,_ _And fire their hearts_ _That have been hard to thee, mine was not so._

_Never again deluding Love shall know me,_ _For I will dye;_ _And all those griefs that think to over-grow me,_ _Shall be as I:_ _For ever will I sleep, while poor Maids cry,_ _Alas, for pity stay,_ _And let us dye_ _With thee, men cannot mock us in the day._

_Jul._ Mistriss? not one word, Mistriss if I grieve ye I can depart again.

_Ang._ Let's go then quickly, For if she get from under this dark Cloud, We shall both sweat I fear, for't.

_Jul._ Do but speak Though you turn from me, and speak bitterly, And I am gone, for that I think will please you.

_Ang._ Oh, that all women were thus silent ever, What fine things they were!

_Jul._ You have look'd on me, When (if there be belief in Womens words Spoken in tears) you swore you lov'd to do so.

_Lel._ Oh me, my heart!

_Ang._ Now, _Julio_, play the man, Or such another O me will undo thee: Would I had any thing to keep me busie, I might not hear her; think but what she is, Or I doubt mainly, I shall be i'th' mash too.

_Jul._ 'Pray speak again.

_Lel._ Where is my Woman?

_Wom._ Here.

_Ang._ Mercy upon me! what a face she has! Would it were vail'd again.

_Lel._ Why did you let This flattering man in to me? did not I Charge thee to keep me from his eyes again, As carefully as thou wouldst keep thine own? Thou hast brought me poyson in a shape of Heaven, Whose violence will break the hearts of all, Of all weak Women, as it hath done mine, That are such fools to love, and look upon him. Good Sir, be gone, you know not what an ease Your absence is.

_Ang._ By Heaven she is a wonder, I cannot tell what 'tis, but I am [s]quamish.

_Jul._ Though I desire to be here more than Heaven, As I am now, yet if my sight offend you, So much I love to be commanded by you, That I will go; farewel--

_Lel._ I should say something E're you depart, and I would have you hear me; But why should I speak to a man that hates me, And will but laugh at any thing I suffer?

_Jul._ If this be hate--

_Lel._ Away, away, deceiver.

_Jul._ Now help me, _Angelo_!

_Ang._ I am worse than thou art.

_Lel._ Such tears as those might make another Woman Believe thee honest, _Julio_, almost me, That know their ends, for I confess they stir me.

_Ang._ What will become of me? I cannot go now If you would hang me, from her; O brave Eye! Steal me away, [for Gods sake] _Julio_.

_Jul._ Alas, poor man! I am lost again too, strangely.

_Lel._ No, I will sooner trust a Crocodile When he sheds tears, for he kills suddenly, And ends our cares at once; or any thing That's evil to our Natures, than a man; I find there is no end of his deceivings, Nor no avoiding 'em, if we give way; I was requesting you to come no more And mock me with your service, 'tis not well, Nor honest, to abuse us so far; you may love too; For though, I must confess, I am unworthy Of your love every way; yet I would have you Think I am somewhat too good to make sport of.

_Jul._ Will you believe me?

_Lel._ For your Vows and Oaths, And such deceiving tears as you shed now, I will, as you do, study to forget 'em.

_Jul._ Let me be most despis'd of men--

_Lel._ No more; There is no new way left, by which your cunning Shall once more hope to catch me; no, thou false man, I will avoid thee, and for thy sake all That bear thy stamp, as counterfeit in love, For I am open ey'd again, and know thee; Go, make some other weep, as I have done, That dare believe thee; go, and swear to her That is a stranger to thy cruelty, And knows not yet what man is, and his lyings, How thou di'st daily for her; pour it out In thy best lamentations; put on sorrow, As thou canst, to deceive an Angel, _Julio_, And vow thy self into her heart, that when I shall leave off to curse thee for thy falshood, Still a forsaken Woman may be found, To call to Heaven for vengeance.

_Ang._ From this hour, I heartily despise all honest Women; I care not if the World took knowledg on't, I see there's nothing in them, but that folly Of loving one man only; give me henceforth, (Before the greatest Blessing can be thought of) If this be one, a Whore; that's all I aim at.

_Jul._ Mistriss, the most offending man is heard Before his sentence, why will you condemn me E're I produce the truth to witness with me, How innocent I am of all your angers?

_Lel._ There is no trusting of that tongue, I know't, And how far if it be believ'd, it kills; no more, Sir.

_Jul._ It never lied to you; if it did, 'Twas only when it call'd you mild and gentle.

_Lel._ Good Sir, no more; make not my understanding, After I have suffer'd thus much evil by you, So poor to think I have not reach'd the end Of all your forc'd affections; yet because I once lov'd such a sorrow too too dearly, As that would strive to be; I do forgive ye Even heartily, as I would be forgiven, For all your wrongs to me; my charity Yet loves you so far, (though again I may not) And wish when that time comes, you will love truly, (If you can ever do so) you may find The worthy fruit of your affections, True love again, not my unhappy Harvest, Which, like a fool, I sow'd in such a heart, So dry and stony, that a thousand showers From these two eyes, continually raining, Could never ripen.

_Jul._ Y' have conquer'd me; I did not think to yield, but make me now, Even what you will, my _Lelia_, so I may Be but so truly happy to enjoy you.

_Lel._ No, no, those fond imaginations, Are dead and buried in me, let 'em rest.

_Jul._ I'll marry you.

_Ang._ The Devil thou wilt, _Julio_, How that word waken'd me! come hither, friend, Thou art a fool, look stedfastly upon her, Though she be all that I know excellent, As she appears, though I could fight for her, And run through fire; though I am stark mad too Never to be recover'd, though I would Give all I had i'th' World to lye with her Even to my naked soul, I am so far gone, Yet, methinks still, we should not dote away That that is something more than ours, our honours. I would not have thee marry her by no means, Yet I should do so; is she not a Whore?

_Jul._ She is; but such a one--

_Ang._ 'Tis true, she's excellent, And when I well consider, _Julio_, I see no reason we should be confin'd In our affections; when all Creatures else Enjoy still where they like.

_Jul._ And so will I then.

_Lel._ He's fast enough I hope now, if I hold him.

_Ang._ You must not do so though, now I consider Better what 'tis.

_Jul._ Do not consider, _Angelo_, For I must do it.

_Ang._ No, I'll kill thee first, I love thee so well, that the worms shall have thee Before this Woman, friend.

_Jul._ It was your counsel.

_Ang._ As I was a Knave, Not as I lov'd thee.

_Jul._ All this is lost upon me, _Angelo_, For I must have her; I will marry ye When ye please: pray look better on me.

_Ang._ Nay then no more, friend; farewel, _Julio_, I have so much discretion left me yet To know, and tell thee, thou art miserable.

_Jul._ Stay, thou art more than she, and now I find it.

_Lel._ Is he so?

_Jul._ Mistriss.

_Lel._ No, I'll see thee starv'd first. [_Exit_ Lelia.

_Jul._ Friend.

_Ang._ Fly her as I do, _Julio_, she's a Witch.

_Jul._ Beat me away then, I shall grow here still else.

_Ang._ That were the way to have me grow there with thee, Farewel for ever. [_Exit_ Angelo.

_Jul._ Stay, I am uncharm'd, Farewel thou cursed house, from this hour be More hated of me than a Leprosie. [_Exit_ Julio.

_Enter_ Lelia.

_Lel._ Both gone? a plague upon 'em both, Am I deceiv'd again? Oh, I would rail And follow 'em, but I fear the spight of people, Till I have emptied all my gall; the next I seize upon shall pay their follies To the last penny; This will work me worse, He that comes next, by Heav'n shall feel their curse. [_Exit._