Scene 2.
My Lord, what makes you frown on me, surely I never willingly offended you?
But the report I hear of you offends me.
I hope my behaviour is not lyable to any aspertion or evil censure; for, as you have used me civi∣ly, so I have behaved my self modestly.
I perceive you are a subtil insinuating young Lady.
Think me not subtil, for being so brod as not to slight your Love; not so uncivil, as to scorn your noble favours; but strive to merit your worthy affections; but if I have erred in my endeavours, pray pardon me, and if you please to tell me my errour, I shall rectify it.
I hear you will speak more lyes, than tell truths.
Truly I am too strict a Votary to truth to tell a lye.
I should be glad you were vowed one of her Order.
I am so, and have taken the habit of sincerity upon me.
Tell me truly, do you never use to lye?
If you have opinion that I never, or seldome, speak truth, let me say what I will, you will still believe it is a lye; but truly, I did never tell a lye as I do know of, but did alwayes speak truth.
I hear to my great grief you have many faults, pray mend them.
I am sory there are so many ill reports, or rather aspersions laid on me as to grieve you; but surely, youth cannot commit many faults; but Age, that hath had time to commit faults in; but if you can believe my faults surmounts not all accounts: I shall desire to know them.
Examine yourself, and you will find them.
I shall call a particular Councel, and make a General search, and what thoughts, words, or actions, I can find guilty, or prove Cri∣minal, I shall condemn, and sacrifice them on the Altar of Repentance, and crave mercy and forgiveness.
Pray do so.