+Duke.+ 'Twill be in vain, my lord; I cannot grant it. O Amphelia, how many hours of joy We two have lost!
+Art.+ O sir, I heard that people were to die To-day; let me be one, I pray.
+Amph.+ Not for The world, sweet innocent.
+Art.+ O madam, you are she The duke loves. Pray spare your pity, sir; can You have the heart to let me live, and see You married to another?
+Amph.+ Have patience, Sweet young maid, I will not marry him; you won't Blame me, if I love him, though?
+Art.+ No; For then I should condemn my fault in you.
+Duke.+ But sure, Amphelia, you did but jest, In telling her you would not marry me?
+Amph.+ Indeed, sir, I am in earnest; consider It is but justice; she loves you as well As I: her heart was quiet till you troubled It.
+Duke.+ All this is true; but how will your Love show, if you refuse to marry me?
+Amph.+ Not less at all, but make my pity more.
+Duke.+ If I would marry her, I can't believe, That she would be thus kind to you.
+Amph.+ Yes, I dare say she would; ask her and try.
+Duke.+ Well, Artabella, will you marry me?
+Art.+ You never hated me till now; can you Believe I'd wrong so blest a woman as Amphelia?
+Amph.+ See, sir, would it be justice now in me? She will not wound my heart; should I kill hers?
+Duke.+ But consider, 'tis you I love, not her.
+Amph.+ That's her misfortune, sir, yet she deserves. As much as I: I can but love you, so Does she.
+Duke.+ Talk not of pity, if Thou wilt show me none.
+Amph.+ My pity is her due: My love is yours.
+Duke.+ O Amphelia, this was A cruel way to make me happy. Thou'st Better still have kept my joys unknown, than let The knowing of it be my death. Once more, My dear Amphelia, marry me.
+Amph.+ Do not Petition her; you may command in any Thing but this.
+Duke.+ Monster of villains, thou hast caus'd All this! Executioner, immediately strike Off his head.
+Duke.+ Impudent villain, dispatch him straight.
+Ort.+ Hold, sir, 'tis only I can make you Three happy, which if you do not confess, When you have heard me speak, then let me die.
+Ort.+ Promise me my life First, if I do.
+Ort.+ Then know, the lady Artabella is Your sister.
+Ort.+ I say, your sister; You do remember that you had one once?
+Duke.+ Yes, I do, but she was lost at three years old.
