_Hen_. If't be a worke, madam, of so short time, Pray let me beg a minutes privacy; 'Twill be soone done.
_Ele_. Yes, but the horrour of So foule a deed shall never: there's layd up Eternity of wrath in hell for lust: Oh, 'tis the devill's exercise! _Henrico_, You are a man, a man whom I have layd up Nearest my heart: in you 'twill be a sin To threaten heaven & dare that Justice throw Downe Thunder at you. Come, I know you doe But try my vertue, whether I be proofe Against anothers Battery: for these teares--
_Hen_. Nay, then I see you needs will try my strength: My bloud's on fire, I boyle with expectation To meete the pleasure and I will. [_He forces her in_.
_Buz_. Helpe? what nightingale was that? did one cry out for helpe? there's no Christian soule in the house but they two & my selfe; and 'twas not mine, I know by the smallnes of the voice; twas some woman cryde out, & therefore can be none but my young Lady,--it was she as sure as I am hungry; he's with her. But why, having one man did she cry out for more? oh, our _Spanish_ ovens are not heated with one Bavyn.[23] Well, I must say nothing; my young Cocke has bene treading. Ile tread softly & see what they doe:--but, see!
_Enter Henrico & Eleonora, loose haired and weeping_.
_Buz_. Why, sir, I looke after a voyce that appeard to me even now, crying "helpe,"--a very small one.
_Hen_. If what thou seest or heard'st be ever muttered by thee Though in thy sleep, villaine, Ile pistol thee.
_Buz_. Hum, it will not be safe to dreame of a knave shortly. Are you so good at a gun? if you use this too often your birding piece will scarce carry a yard levell.
_Hen_. Come, dresse your hayre up & be wise at last: No more, I have done.
_Buz_. So I thinke in my conscience,--he hath done with her.
_Hen_. If you can be so simple to proclaime it, I can be impudent.
_Ele_. Yet dar'st thou live? & doe I live to see Myselfe the shame of weomen? have I not Wept teares enough to drowne me? then let fire Enthrone it selfe within me & beget Prodigious Cometts, that with flaming haires May threaten danger to thee!
_Hen_. Nay, nay, nay, if you be so hott Ile brave you: like wine that's burnt you must be set light by, & then you'le come to a temper. [_Exit_.