SCENE III.--_An Apartment in the same.

_Enter_ CASTABELLA.

_Cas._ O love, thou chaste affection of the soul, Without the adulterate mixture of the blood, That virtue, which to goodness addeth good,-- The minion of Heaven's heart. Heaven! is't my fate For loving that thou lov'st, to get thy hate, Or was my Charlemont thy chosen love, And therefore hast received him to thyself? Then I confess thy anger's not unjust. I was thy rival. Yet to be divorced From love, has been a punishment enough (Sweet Heaven!) without being married unto hate, Hadst thou been pleased,--O double misery,-- Yet, since thy pleasure hath inflicted it, If not my heart, my duty shall submit.

_Enter_ LEVIDULCIA, ROUSARD, CATAPLASMA, SOQUETTE, _and_ FRESCO _with a lanthorn._

_Lev._ Mistress Cataplasma, good night. I pray when your man has brought you home, let him return and light me to my house.

_Cata._ He shall instantly wait upon your ladyship.

_Lev._ Good Mistress Cataplasma! for my servants are all drunk, I cannot be beholden to 'em for their attendance. [_Exeunt_ CATAPLASMA, SOQUETTE, _and_ FRESCO. O here's your bride!

_Rous._ And melancholic too, methinks.

_Lev._ How can she choose? Your sickness will Distaste the expected sweetness o' the night That makes her heavy.

_Rous._ That should make her light.

_Lev._ Look you to that.

_Cast._ What sweetness speak you of? The sweetness of the night consists in rest.

_Rous._ With that sweetness thou shalt be surely blest Unless my groaning wake thee. Do not moan.

_Lev._ She'd rather you would wake, and make her groan.

_Rous._ Nay 'troth, sweetheart, I will not trouble thee. Thou shalt not lose thy maidenhead to-night.

_Cast._ O might that weakness ever be in force, I never would desire to sue divorce.

_Rous._ Wilt go to bed?

_Cast._ I will attend you, sir.

_Rous._ Mother, good night.

_Lev._ Pleasure be your bedfellow. [_Exeunt_ ROUSARD _and_ CASTABELLA. Why sure their generation was asleep When she begot those dormice, that she made Them up so weakly and imperfectly. One wants desire, the t'other ability, When my affection even with their cold bloods (As snow rubbed through an active hand does make The flesh to burn) by agitation is Inflamed, I could embrace and entertain The air to cool it.

_Enter_ SEBASTIAN.

_Sebas._ That but mitigates The heat; rather embrace and entertain A younger brother; he can quench the fire.

_Lev._ Can you so, sir? Now I beshrew your ear. Why, bold Sebastian, how dare you approach So near the presence of your displeased father?

_Sebas._ Under the protection of his present absence.

_Lev._ Belike you knew he was abroad then?

_Sebas._ Yes. Let me encounter you so: I'll persuade Your means to reconcile me to his loves.

_Lev._ Is that the way? I understand you not. But for your reconcilement meet me at home; I'll satisfy your suit.

_Sebas._ Within this half-hour? [_Exit._

_Lev._ Or within this whole hour. When you will.--A lusty blood! has both the presence and spirit of a man. I like the freedom of his behaviour.

--Ho!--Sebastian! Gone?--Has set My blood o' boiling i' my veins. And now, Like water poured upon the ground that mixes Itself with every moisture it meets, I could Clasp with any man.

_Enter_ FRESCO _with a lanthorn._

O, Fresco, art thou come? If t'other fail, then thou art entertained. Lust is a spirit, which whosoe'er doth raise, The next man that encounters boldly, lays. [_Exeunt._