SCENE III. A Bed-Chamber.
I've heard of Witches, Magick Spells, and Charms, that have made Nature start from her old course: The Sun has been Eclips'd, the Moon drawn down from her career, still paler, and subdu'd to the abuses of this under World: Now I believe all possible. This Ring, this little Ring, with Ne∣cromantick force, has rais'd the Ghost of Pleasure to my fears; Conjur'd the sense of Honour, and of Love, into such Shapes, they fright me from my self: I dare not think of them—
I'll call you when I want you.
Madam, the Gentleman's below.
I had forgot, pray let me speak with him.
This Ring was the first Present of my Love, to Biron, my first Husband: I must blush to think I have a second: Bi∣ron Dy'd (still to my loss) at Candy; there's my hope. O! Do I live to hope that he Dy'd there! It must be so: He's Dead; and this Ring left by his last breath, to some known, faith∣ful Friend, to bring me back again.
That's all I have to trust to—
My fears were Womans: I have view'd him all: And let me, let me say it to my self, I live again, and rise but from his Tomb.
Have you forgot me quite?
Forgot you!