- Que. Oh where?
- Lap. Here, take my ſword.
Are you yet conſtant? ſhame your Sex and be ſo; will you do't?
- Que. I ſee him not.
- Lap. Strike him through his guilt and trechery
And let him ſee the horrors of his perjur'd ſoule,
Are you ready?
- Que. Pray let me ſee him firſt. Pulls off his falſ beard
- Lap. You ſee him now—now do't. and kneeles.
- Que. Lapirus l
Oh fortunate revenge! now all thy Villanies
Shall be at once requited, thy countries ruine
The King thy Vncles ſorrow, my owne miſeries,
Shall at this minute all one vengeance meete.
Alas, he doth ſubmit, prayes, and relents,
Who could wiſh more? none made from woman can,
Small glory 'twere to kill a kneeling man:
When he in penitent ſigbes his ſoule commends
Thou ſend'ſt him to the Gods, thy ſelfe to th' fiends:
But hearken to thy piteous Infants cryes,
And th'are for vengeance, peace then, now he dyes.
Ingratefull woman, he delivered thee
From raviſhment, canſt thou his murthreſſe be?
What's riches to thy honours? that rare treaſure
Which worlds redeeme not, yet tis loſt at pleaſure.
Kill him that preſervd that? and in thy reſcue
His noble rage ſo manfully behav'd:
Riſe, riſe, he that repents is ever ſav'd.
- Lap. Will miſery yet a longer life afford,
To ſee a Queene ſo poore, not worth her word?
- Que. I am better than my word, my word was death.
- Lap. Man's nere paſt griefe, till he be paſt his breath.
- Que. I pardon all Lapyrus.
- Lap. Doe not do't.
- Que. And onely to one penance I enjoyne thee
For all thy faults paſt, while we here remaine
Within this Forreſt, this thy taske ſhall bee,
To procure ſuccour to my Babes and me.
