Scene. 4.
Enter Affectionata, walking in a melancholly posture; his Hat pulled over his brows, and his arms inter-folded; To himentens the Lord Singularity.
LOrd Singularity
My Affectionata, Why walks thou so melancholly?
He pulls of his Hat to his Lord, and Bows.
Affectionata.
The cause is not that I lye under an aspersion, by reason I lye not under a crime; But truly, my Lord, I am troubled that I am threatened to be tormented, for I would not willingly indure pain, though I could wil∣lingly receive death; but as for the aspersions, I am no wayes concerned; for I make no question, but my honest life, my just actions, and the truth of my words, will so clear me at the last, as I shall appear as innocent to the World, as Angels doth in Heaven.
Lord Singularity.
Comfort your self, for I will rather suffer death, than you shall suffer pain.
Affectionata.
Heaven defend you, my Lord, whatsoever I suffer,
Ex.