SCENE I.
IS this Divinity? Defend me, Heaven!
Sweet Lady, hear me.
Pray, Madam, be not so loud, you may be heard.
Is this my Recompence?
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IS this Divinity? Defend me, Heaven!
Sweet Lady, hear me.
Pray, Madam, be not so loud, you may be heard.
Is this my Recompence?
These are large thoughts—but the Queen.—
Forget her, she is in her wayne.
Ha! there is no safety while she is alive.
What means my honour'd Father?
This is strange, to me, Sir.
Ha! Have you not wrought her?
Heaven defend my Father.
I hope there is no danger near you?
Oh Heavens! What do you mean?
Good Sir, let me go.
You must not.
Mark that, Maria.
What Lady's that?—
Now, my prophetick Soul!
But she is Lerma's Daughter, Sir.
Speak.
Sir, Do you remember?
You pour Mercies on me.
What change is this?
You have it, Sir.
I will no more punish her modesty.
Sir, Will you forget?
No more.
Are there Divinities below?
Heaven will defend you, Sir.
What should I do?
What d'ye talk of, Sir?
Of Death.
Of whose?
Of those that have the power of mine.
Not of the King's, Sir?
Direct me, Heaven!
Come, Are you resolv'd?
I am, Sir.
To what?
Obedience, Sir.
No.
How didst thou hear it then?
The quick-ey'd Rascals spy'd it.
Who?
Good, Excellent.
Good, very good.
Well, my Lord is now a little busie.
We ever pray'd for your Grace.