_Bel_. Twas not don well to brand my spotles name With Infamy; but to deride me is Inhumaine, when I only come to tell you Ile send my prayers on charities white wings To heaven for your prosperity.--You greive For what? for your deliverance from a strumpet?
_Bon_. No, but that my raving fancy should direct My trecherous tongue with that detested name To afflict thy unblemishd purity, _Belisea_. I do confes my error was an act Soe grosse and heathnish that its very sight Would have inforcd a Crocodile to weepe Drops as sincere as does the timorous heart When he ore heares the featherd arrow sing His funerall Dirge.
_Bon_. No sismatick, reduc'd to the true faith, Can more abhorre the Error he has left Than I do mine. I do beleive thee chast As the straight palme; as absolute from spots As the immaculate Ermine, who does choose, When he is hunted by the frozen _Russe_, To meete the toyle ere he defile the white Of his rich skin. What seas of teares will serve To expiatt the scandall I have throwne On holy Innocence?
_Bel_. Well, I forgive you; But ere I seale your pardon I in[j]oyne This as a pennance: you shall now declare The author of your wrong report.
_Bon_. No creature else Could have inducd me to such a madnes.
_Bel_. Defend me gracious virtue! is this man Not desperate of remission, that without Sense of compu[n]ction dares imagine lies Soe horrible and godlesse? My disgrace Was wrong sufficient to tempt mercie, yet Cause twas my owne I pardond it; but this Inferd toth piety of my guiltless mother Stops all indulgence.
_Bel_. Your words will deafe me; I doe renounce my affection to you; when You can speake truth, protest you love agen. [_Exit_.
_Bon_. Contempt repaid with scorne; tis my desert; Poyson soone murders a love wounded heart.
_Enter Belisea, Clariana and Thorowgood_.
_Bel_. You may declare your will[97] here are no eares But those I will not banish, were your busines More secret.
_Tho_. Lady, I come to free My worthy freind and your owne servant, _Bonvill_, From an uniust suspition your conceite Retaines of him. Your mother did employ me In the unlucky message that pronouncd you Empty of honor.
_Bel_. Has your worthles freind Hird you to sweare this?
_Tho_. I'me none that live By selling oathes.