I am forward, And (as you easily may perceive,) I sleep not On your commands.
_Enter Assistant, and Officers_.
_Viol_.
But yet they live: I look'd To find them dead.
_Jam_.
That was deferr'd, that you Might triumph in their misery, and have the power To say they are not.
_Viol_.
'Twas well thought upon: This kiss, and all the pleasures of my Bed This night, shall thank thee.
_Hen_.
Monster!
_Viol_.
You Sir, that Would have me Mother Bastards, being unable To honour me with one Child of mine own, That underneath my roof, kept your cast-Strumpet, And out of my Revenues would maintain Her riotous issue: now you find what 'tis To tempt a woman: with as little feeling As I turn off a slave, that is unfit To doe me service; or a horse, or dog That have out-liv'd their use, I shake thee off, To make thy peace with heaven.
_Hen_.
I do deserve this, And never truly felt before, what sorrow Attends on wilfull dotage.
_Viol_.
For you, Mistris, That had the pleasure of his youth before me, And triumph'd in the fruit that you had by him, But that I think, to have the Bastard strangled Before thy face, and thou with speed to follow The way he leads thee, is sufficient torture, I would cut off thy nose, put out thine eyes, And set my foot on these bewitching lips, That had the start of mine: but as thou art, Goe to the grave unpitied.
_Assist_.
Who would believe Such rage could be in woman?
_Viol_.
For this fellow, He is not worth my knowledge.
_Jam_.
Let him live then, Since you esteem him innocent.
_Viol_.
No _Jamy_, He shall make up the mess: now strike together, And let them fall so.
_Assist_.
Unheard of crueltie!
I can endure no longer: seise on her.
_Viol_.
Am I betrai'd?
Is this thy faith, _Jamy_?
_Jam_.
Could your desires Challenge performance of a deed so horrid?
Or, though that you had sold your self to hell, I should make up the bargain? Live (dear Brother) Live long, and happy: I forgive you freely; To have done you this service, is to me A fair Inheritance: and how e're harsh language (Call'd on by your rough usage) pass'd my lips, In my heart I ever lov'd you: all my labours Were but to shew, how much your love was cozen'd, When it beheld it self in this false Glass, That did abuse you; and I am so far From envying young _Ascanio_ his good fortune, That if your State were mine, I would adopt him, These are the Murtherers my noble friends, Which (to make trial of her bloudy purpose) I won, to come disguis'd thus.
_Hen_.
I am too full Of grief, and shame to speak: but what I'le doe, Shall to the world proclaim my penitence; And howsoever I have liv'd, I'le die A much chang'd man.
_Jam_.
Were it but possible You could make satisfaction to this woman, Our joyes were perfect.
_Hen_.
That's my only comfort, That it is in my power: I ne're was married To this bad woman, though I doted on her, But daily did defer it, still expecting When grief would kill _Jacintha_.
_Assist_.
All is come out, And finds a fair success: take her _Don Henrique_, And once again embrace your Son.
_Hen_.
Most gladly.
_Assist_.
Your Brother hath deserv'd all.
_Hen_.
And shall share The moitie of my State.
_Assist_.
I have heard, advocate, What an ill Instrument you have been to him, From this time strengthen him with honest counsels, As you'le deserve my pardon.
_Bar_.
I'le change my Copy: But I am punish'd, for I fear I have had A smart blow, though unseen.
_Assist_.