_Lam._ O shall we lose our honours?

_Ana._ Let 'em goe, When death prepares the way, they are but Pageants.

Why must these dye?

_Beau._ Lament your own misfortunes, We perish happily before your ruins.

_Ana._ Has mischief ne'r a tongue?

_1 Gent._ Yes foolish woman, Our Captains will is death.

_Ana._ You dare not do it.

Tell thy base boisterous Captain what I say, Thy lawless Captain that he dares not; Do you laugh you rogue? you pamper'd rogue?

_Lam._ Good Sir, Good Cousin gently, as y'are a Gentleman,--

_Ana._ A Gentleman? a slave, a dog, the devils harbinger.

_Lam._ Sir as you had a Mother.

_Ana._ He a Mother?

Shame not the name of Mother, a she Bear A b.l.o.o.d.y old wolf b.i.t.c.h, a woman Mother?

Looks that rude lump, as if he had a Mother?

Intreat him? hang him, do thy worst, thou dar'st not, Thou dar'st not wrong their lives, thy Captain dares not, They are persons of more price.

_Ver._ What e're we suffer Let not your angers wrong you.

_Ana._ You cannot suffer, The men that do this deed, must live i'th' moon Free from the gripe of Justice.

_Lam._ Is it not better?

_Ana._ Is it not better? let 'em goe on like rascals And put false faces on; they dare not do it; Flatter such scabbs of nature?

_Gent._ Woman, woman The next work is with you.

_Ana._ Unbind those Gentlemen, And put their fatal fortunes on our necks.

_Lam._ As you have mercy do.

_Ana._ As you are monsters.

_Lam._ Fright us no more with shipwrack of our honours Nor if there be a guilt by us committed Let it endanger those.

_Ana._ I say they dare not, There be a thousand gallouses, ye rogues, Tortures, ye b.l.o.o.d.y rogues, wheels.

_Gent._ Away.

_Lam._ Stay.

_Ana._ Stay.

Stay and I'le flatter too: good sweet fac'd Gentlemen, You excellent in honesty; O Kinsmen!

O n.o.ble kinsmen!

_Gent._ Away with 'em. [_Ex._ Ver. Beaup. _and_ Gent.

_Ana._ Stay yet.

The Devil and his lovely dam walk with you, Come fortify your self, if they do dy, Which all their ruggedness cannot rack into me, They cannot find an hour more Innocent, Nor more friends to revenge 'em.

_Enter_ Cleremont, _disguis'd._

_Lam._ Now stand constant, For now our tryal's come.

_Cler._ This beautie's mine, Your minute moves not yet.

_Lam._ She sinks if Christian, If any spark of n.o.ble heat.--

_Cler._ Rise Lady And fearless rise, there's no dishonour meant you, Do you know my tongue?

_Ana._ I have heard it.

_Cler._ Mark it better, I am one that loves you, fairly, n.o.bly loves you, Look on my face?

_Ana._ O Sir?

_Cler._ No more words, softly Hark, but hark wisely how, understand well, Suspect not, fear not.

_Ana._ You have brought me comfort.

_Cler._ If you think me worthy of your husband, I am no rogue nor Begger, if you dare do thus--

_Ana._ You are Monsieur _Cleremont_.

_Cler._ I am the same, If you dare venture, speak, if not I leave you, And leave you to the mercy of these villains That will not wooe ye much.

_Ana._ Save my reputation, And free me from these slaves.

_Cler._ By this kiss I'le do it, And from the least dishonour they dare aim at you, I have a Priest too, shall be ready.

_Ana._ You are forward.

_Lam._ Is this my constant cousin? how she whispers, Kisses and huggs the thief!

_Ana._ You'l offer nothing.

_Cler._ Till all be tyed, Not as I am a Gentleman.

_Ana._ Can you relieve my Aunt too?

_Cler._ Not yet Mistris, But fear nothing, all shall be well, away quickly It must be done i'th' moment or--