Scene 27.
Still I fear my fault is beyond a Pacification, yet the Gods are pacified with submissive Actions, as bended knees, repentant tear, im∣ploring words, sorrowful Sighs, and dejected Countenances, all which I gave to thee.
Though there is always in my minde an obedient respect to Merit, yet a scorn is a sufficient cause to make a rebelling of thoughts, words, and actions; for though I am poor, yet I am virtuous, and Virtue is to be pre∣ferr'd before Wealth or Birth, were I meanly born. But howsoever, true Love, like a great and powerful Monarch, soon disperses those rebellious passions, and quiets those factious thoughts, and all murmuring speeches, or words, are put to silence, banishing all frowning Countenance, returning humble looks into the eyes again.
Then you have pardon'd me.
Yes.
And do you love me?
As Saints do Heaven.
Your Favours have rais'd my spirits from the grave of Melan∣choly, and your pure Love hath given me a new Life.
So truly I love you, as nothing but death can destroy it; my, I am of that belief, that were I dead, and turned to ashes, my dust, like firm and lasting steel, would fly unto you, as to the Loadstone, if you were at such distance as nothing might oppose.
Thus Souls, as well as Bodies, love.