Eust. And if I follow not, a Cowards name
Be branded on my forehead. Cha. This Spirit makes you
A sharer in my fortunes. Mir. And in mine,
Of which (Brisac once freed, and Angellina
Again in our possession) you shall know
My heart speakes in my tongue. Eust. I dare not doubt it, Sir.
Exeunt.

Actus V. Scaena II.

      Enter Lewis, Brisac, Angellina, Sylvia, Officers.

Lew. I’me deafe to all perswasions. Bri. I use none,
Nor doubt I, though a while my innocence suffers,
But when the King shall understand how false
Your malice hath inform’d him, he in justice
Must set me right againe. Ang. Sir, let not passion
So far[r]e transport you as to think in reason,
This violent course repaires, but ruins it;
That honour you would build up, you destroy;
What you would seeme to nourish, if respect
Of my preferment or my patern
May challenge your paternal love and care,
Why doe you, now good fortune has provided
A better husband for me than your hopes
Could ever fancy, strive to robb me of him? 
In what is my Lord Charles defective Sir? 
Unless deep learning be a blemish in him,
Or well proportion’d limbs be mulcts in Nature,
Or what you onely aim’d at, large revenewes
Are on the sudden growne distastful to you,
Of what can you accuse him? Lew. Of a rape
Done to honour, which thy ravenous lust
Made the consent to. Syl. Her lust! you are her father.

Lew. And you her Bawd. Syl. Were you ten Lords, ’tis false, The pureness of her chaste thoughts entertains not Such spotted instruments. Ang. As I have a soule Sir.

Lew. I am not to be alter’d; to sit downe
With this disgrace, would argue me a Peasant,
And not borne noble:  all rigour that the Law
And that encrease of power by favour yeelds,
Shall be with all severity inflicted;
You have the Kings hand for’t; no Bayle will serve,
And therefore at your perils Officers, away with ’em.

Bri. This is madness. Lew. Tell me so in open Court, And there Ile answer you. Mir. Well overtaken;

   [Enter Mir.  Char.  Eust.  Andrew.]

Cha. Ill if they dare resist. Eust. He that advances But one step forward dies. L. Shew the King’s Writ.

Mir. Shew your discretion, ’twil become you better.

Cha. Y’are once more in my power, and if againe I part with you, let me for ever lose thee.

Eust. Force will not do’t nor threats; accept this service
From your despair’d of Eustace. And. And beware
Your reverend Worship never more attempt
To search my Lilly-pot, you see what followes.