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And as soon lost.

Cam.I ask your Pardon, Lord;

I was too rash and bold.

Rod. No Harm done, Sir.

Cam. But is it possible, you should not hear

The Passage ’twixt Leonora and your Brother?

Rod. None of All This.

Enters Citizen.

How now?

Citiz. I bear you Tidings, Sir, which I could wish

Some other Tongue deliver’d.

Cam. Whence, I pray you?

Citiz. From your Son, Sir.

Cam. Pr’ythee, where is he?

Citiz. That’s more than I know now, Sir.

But This I can assure you, he has left

The City raging mad; Heav’n comfort him!

He came to that curst Marriage — The Fiends take it! —

Cam. Pr’ythee, be gone, and bid the Bell knoll for me:

I have had one Foot in the Grave some Time.

Nay, go, good Friend; thy News deserve no Thanks.

How does your Lordship?[Exit Citizen.

Rod.That’s well said, Old Man.

I hope, all shall be well yet.

Cam. It had need;

For ’tis a crooked World. Farewell, poor Boy! —

Enters Don Bernard.

D. Bern. This comes of forcing Women where they hate:

It was my own Sin; and I am rewarded.

Now I am like an aged Oak, alone,

Left for all Tempests. — I would cry, but cannot:

I’m dry’d to Death almost with these Vexations.

Lord! what a heavy Load I have within me!

My Heart, — my Heart, — my Heart —

Cam. Has this ill Weather

Met with Thee too?

D. Bern. O Wench, that I were with thee!

Cam. You do not come to mock at me now?

D. Bern. Ha? —

Cam. Do not dissemble; Thou may’st find a Knave

As bad as thou art, to undo thee too:

I hope to see that Day before I dye yet.

D. Bern. It needeth not, Camillo; I am Knave

Sufficient to my self. If thou wilt rail,

Do it as bitterly as thou canst think of;

For I deserve it. Draw thy Sword, and strike me;

And I will thank thee for’t. — I’ve lost my Daughter;

She’s stol’n away; and whither gone, I know not.

Cam. She has a fair Blessing in being from you, Sir.

I was too poor a Brother for your Greatness;

You must be grafted into noble Stocks,

And have your Titles rais’d. My State was laugh’d at:

And my Alliance scorn’d. I’ve lost a Son too;

Which must not be put up so. [Offers to draw.

Rod.Hold; be counsel’d.

You’ve equal Losses; urge no farther Anger.

Heav’n, pleas’d now at your Love, may bring again,

And, no Doubt, will, your Children to your Comforts:

In which Adventure my Foot shall be foremost.

And One more will I add, my Honour’d Father;

Who has a Son to grieve for too, tho’ tainted.

Let your joint Sorrow be as Balm to heal

These Wounds of adverse Fortune.

D. Bern. Come, Camillo,

Do not deny your Love, for Charity;

I ask it of you. Let this noble Lord

Make Brothers of Us, whom our own cross Fates

Could never join. What I have been, forget;

What I intend to be, believe and nourish:

I do confess my Wrongs; give me your Hand.

Cam. Heav’n make thee honest; — there.

Rod. ’Tis done like good Men.

Now there rests Nought, but that we part, and each

Take sev’ral Ways in Quest of our lost Friends:

Some of my Train o’er the wild Rocks shall wait you.

Our best Search ended, here we’ll meet again,

And tell the Fortunes of our separate Travels. [Exeunt.

Violante comes forward.

Viol. I would, your Brother had but half your Virtue!

Yet there remains a little Spark of Hope

That lights me to some Comfort. The Match is cross’d;

The Parties separate; and I again

May come to see this Man that has betray’d me;

And wound his Conscience for it: Home again

I will not go, whatever Fortune guides me;

Tho’ ev’ry Step I went, I trod upon

Dangers as fearful and as pale as Death.

No, no, Henriquez; I will follow thee

Where there is Day. Time may beget a Wonder.

Enters Servant.

O, are you come? What News?

Serv. None, but the worst. Your Father makes mighty Offers yonder by a Cryer, to any One can bring you home again.

Viol. Art Thou corrupted?

Serv. No.

Viol. Wilt thou be honest?

Serv. I hope, you do not fear me.

Viol. Indeed, I do not. Thou hast an honest Face;

And such a Face, when it deceives, take heed,

Is curst of all Heav’n’s Creatures.

Serv. I’ll hang first.

Viol. Heav’n bless thee from that End! — I’ve heard a Man

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