_Cla_. Tis vaine: You may as easily penetrate the cloudes With a soft whisper, as my eares, then which Noe thunders deafer. _Thurston_, tis not cause I have in the intemperate heate of blood Given up my soule to a new choyce, that breeds This soddaine mutability: I will Preserve my affection as inviolate to you As Anchorites their vowes, and in my grave Interr my virgin glory. Teares will not Permitt more conference: fare you well; Ile keepe My passion up till I have none to weepe. [_Exit_.
_Thu_. Shees gon! What vapor which the flattring sunn Exhales to heaven as to create a starr, Yet throwst, a fading meteor, to the earth, Has falne like me? Divinity, that tells Us there are soules in women, Ile no more Credit thy dubious _Theorems_ nor thinke Thy lawes astring us to preserve our faith. Let the nice Casuists, that dispute each clause Belongs to conscience with a[l]ternate sense, Dispense with breach of promise and prescribe Equivocacons to evade all oathes Without offending, or shees damnd.
_Lov_. Well, Companion, at my friends Intreatie I am content to be reconsyld; but have a care, goe to, ha, oh ho, youle[104] ... more; why, goe to then ... pledge the companion ... heeres to thee: what, what!
_Thu_. Heres one perchance will satisfie me. Sir, your habit speaks yer understanding: Please you resolve me one thing which disturbes The quiet of my conscience.
_Lov_. Revenge may slumber but can never sleep: He that lets slip an Injury thats done Takes the next course to draw a greater on.
_Thu_. You counsell well. I pray, in all the volumes Your learning has perusd, did you ere find Any conclusion that allowd it lawfull To breake an oath?
_Lov_. If she neglect and throw[105] disgrace on thee, Fly't thou as much and be thy scorne as free.
_Thu_. An Oracle speakes in him; but, pray, tell me Ist lawfull then to breake an oath?
_Lov_. Though time prolongs, we cannot style it sloath: My vowes are firme; hees damd that breaks an oath.
_Thu_. Good, good, agen: but the oath I treat on, Is of another kind: tis to a woman.
_Lov_. It could not be her fault; there's a mistake in't.
_Lov_. Let me see, let me see: No, twas not hers, twas _Grimeses_ knavery.
_Thu_. Ha, whether did wild fancy lead my apprehension. He minds me not but is in disputation With his owne thoughts.