Such fearful doubt, my honor bearing part on 't? Cap. Son of a whore. La. Thou liest : And were my love ten thousand times more to thee, So thou shouldst feel my anger. Dost thou call That quarrel doubtful? where are all my merits? [Strikes him. Thou might'st as well call the Sun's truth in question, Cap. Now blessings crown you for 't; It is the joyfull'st blow that e'er flesh felt. La. Nay, stay, stay, Sir; thou art not left so soon: This is no question to be slighted off, And at your pleasure closed up fair again. As though you'd never touch'd it, no; honor doubted, More than a common smart, being of thy making. Which of my loving cares dost thou requito With this vile thought I which of my prayers or wishes ? Many thou ow'st me for. This seven year hast thou known me A widow, only married to my vow; That's no small witness of my faith and love To him that in life was thy honor'd father: And live I now to know that good mistrusted? Cap. No, it shall appear that my grief is chearful! For never was a mother's reputation Noblier defended; 'tis my joy and pride I have a firmness to bestow upon it. To crave forgiveness of you. I will earn it first. Cap. My joy's beyond expression : I do but think how wretched I had been, Cap. Mine? think me not so miserable, Which is but one of virtue's easiest wonders. La. But pray stay: all this while I understand you The Colonel was the man. Cap. Yes, he's the man, The man of injury, reproach, and slander, Which I must turn into his soul again. La. The Colonel do 't! that 's strange. Cap. The villain did it : That's not so strange. Your blessing, and your leave→→ La. Come, come, you shall not go. Cap. Not go? were death Sent now to summon me to my eternity, I'd put him off an hour: why, the whole world, Has not chains strong enough to bind me from it : The strongest is my Reverence for you, Which if you force upon me in this case, I must be forced to break it. La. Stay, I say. Cap. In anything command me but in this, Madam. La. 'Las, I shall lose him. You will hear me first? Cap. At my return I will. La. You'll never hear me more then. Cap. How! La. Come back, I say! You may well think there's cause, I call so often. La. So much, you must not go. La. I know a reason for 't; Which I could wish you 'd yield to, and not know: Cap. Why, I desire To know no other than the cause I have, Nor should you wish it, if you take your injury; For one more great I know the world includes not. Cap. I must, for this is nothing. La. Then take all; And if amongst it you receive that secret That will offend you, though you condemn me, Yet blame yourself a little, for perhaps I would have made my reputation sound Cap. How? La. I dare not : 'Twas your own seeking, this. Cap. If you mean evilly, I cannot understand you, nor for all the riches La. Would you never might! Cap. Why, your goodness, that I joy to fight for. La. Oh, fearfully; As much as you come to. Cap. Oh silence cover me; I've felt a deadlier wound than man can give me. La. I was betray'd to a most sinful hour Cap. Where is she? let me pay her. Cap. Say then, she has all her wages. False? do not say 't; for honor's goodness do not ; Deserv'd you at your best; when youth and merit That you To your invented, but he sent it crown'd full wishing soul. La. That heaps my guiltiness. Cap. O were you so unhappy to be false Ere you 'd ha' yielded, for the sin's hate first. I never shall have use of valor more. Such justice for a barren widowhood; you hoard up That was so injurious to the faith of wedlock? I should be dead: for all my life's work 's ended. I dare not fight a stroke now, nor engage [Erit Lady. Enter two Friends of Captain AGER'S. That were more vile. They 're here. Kill me, my shame. 1. Friend. Captain, fie, come, Sir: we've been seeking for you Very late to-day; this was not wont to be, Cap. Truth enters chearfully. 2. Friend. Good faith, Sir, you 've a royal quarrel on 't. Cap. Yes, in some other country, Spain or Italy, It would be held so. 1. Friend. How! and is 't not here so ? Cap. 'Tis not so contumeliously receiv'd In these parts, and you mark it. 1. Friend. Not in these ? Why prithee what is more, or can be? That ordinary Commotioner the lye Is father of most quarrels in this climate, And held here capital, and you go to that. 2. Friend. But, Sir, I hope you will not go to that, Why would you cozen yourself so and beguile Cap. Consider then the man, the Colonel, Exactly worthy, absolutely noble, However spleen and rage abuses him: A man's infirmity. 1. Friend. O miracle! So hopeful valiant and complete a Captain Possest with a tame devil: come out, thou spoilest The most improv'd young soldier of seven kingdoms, |