What a perpetual fountain is her virtue! Too much to afflict yourself with ancient sorrow Your vow is charge enough, believe me 'tis, Madam; Duch. Religious Sir, You heard the last words of my dying Lord. Your goodness but to speak 'em over to me, Lord Card. What's your meaning In this, most virtuous Madam? Duch. Tis a courtesy I stand in need of, Sir, at this time especially; Lord Card. I wonder; yet I'll spare to question farther: You shall have your desire. Duch. I thank you, Sir: A blessing come along with it. Lord Card. [repeats] "You see, my Lords, what all earth's glory is, Rightly defined in me, uncertain breath; "A dream of threescore years to the long sleeper, "To most not half the time. Beware ambition; "Heaven is not reach'd with pride, but with submission. "And you Lord Cardinal labor to perfect "Good purposes begun, be what you seem, "Stedfast and uncorrupt, your actions noble, "Your goodness simple, without gain or art; "And not in vesture holier than in heart. "But 'tis a pain more than the pangs of death "To think that we must part, fellows of life. "Thou “Thou richness of my joys, kind and dear Princess, "Death had no sting, but for our separation; " "Twould come more calm than an evening's peace, "That brings on rest to labours: Thou art so precious, "I should depart in everlasting envy "Unto the man, that ever should enjoy thee. Duch. "My lov'd Lord, "Let your confirm'd opinion of my life, My love, my faithful love, seal an assurance "Of quiet to your spirit, that no forgetfulness "Can cast a sleep so deadly on my senses, "To draw my affections to a second liking." Lord Card." It has ever been the promise, and the "Of my great love to thee. For, once to marry "But second marriage shews desires in flesh; "At my last parting I can crave no more; "And with thy vow, I rest myself for ever; 66 My soul and it shall fly to heaven together: "Seal to my spirit that quiet satisfaction, "And I go hence in peace." Duch." Then here I vow, never Lord Card. Why, Madam Duch. I can go no further. " Lord Card. What, have you forgot your vow? Duch. I have, too certainly, Lord Card. Your vow? that cannot be; it follows now, Just where I left. Duch. My frailty gets before it: Nothing prevails but ill. Lord Card 'Life, had he not his answer? what strange impudence Governs in man, when lust is lord of him! Thinks he me mad? 'cause I have no monies on earth, And live eternal beggar? he shall pardon me: husband, Wake, wake, and let not patience keep thee poor, O my blessing! Out of a world of waters, and now sets me And scarce can feed himself: the streams of fortune, M 'Gainst 'Gainst which he tugs in vain, still beat him down, I see a careful sweat run in a ring For till some happy means relieve his state, Parting in Amity. Let our Parting Be full as charitable as our meeting was; And nuptial strifes, may not feed fat with ours. O my reviving joy! thy quickening presence I cannot make thy welcome rich enough 1 Mother's Forgiveness. Moth. Why do your words start back? are they afraid Of her that ever lov'd them? Philip. I have a suit to you, Madam. Moth. You have told me that already; pray, what is't? If 't be so great, my present state refuse it, I shall be abler, then command and use it. Whatever 't be, let me have warning to provide for 't. I spent the ransom which my father sent, To set my pleasures free; while you lay captive. Moth. And is this all now? You use me like a stranger: pray, stand up. Philip. Rather fall flat: I shall deserve yet worse. Moth. Whate'er your faults are, esteem me still a friend; Or Or else you wrong me more in asking pardon I saw a face at Antwerp, that quite drew me I forgive thee As freely as thou didst it. For alas, This may be call'd good dealing, to some parts |