My soule for hostage, till I see my love.  _Tam._ The morne shall let me see you?  _Mont._                                With the sunne              
  Ile visit thy more comfortable beauties.  _Tam._ This is my comfort, that the sunne hath left
  The whole worlds beauty ere my sunne leaves me.  _Mont._ Tis late night now, indeed: farewell, my light!   _Exit._  _Tam._ Farewell, my light and life! but not in him,                
  In mine owne dark love and light bent to another.
  Alas! that in the wane of our affections
  We should supply it with a full dissembling,
  In which each youngest maid is grown a mother.
  Frailty is fruitfull, one sinne gets another:                      
  Our loves like sparkles are that brightest shine
  When they goe out; most vice shewes most divine.
  Goe, maid, to bed; lend me your book, I pray,
  Not, like your selfe, for forme. Ile this night trouble
  None of your services: make sure the dores,                        
  And call your other fellowes to their rest.  _Per._ I will--yet I will watch to know why you watch.    _Exit._  _Tam._ Now all yee peacefull regents of the night,
  Silently-gliding exhalations,
  Languishing windes, and murmuring falls of waters,                 
  Sadnesse of heart, and ominous securenesse,
  Enchantments, dead sleepes, all the friends of rest,
  That ever wrought upon the life of man,
  Extend your utmost strengths, and this charm'd houre
  Fix like the Center! make the violent wheeles                      
  Of Time and Fortune stand, and great Existens,
  (The Makers treasurie) now not seeme to be
  To all but my approaching friends and me!
  They come, alas, they come! Feare, feare and hope
  Of one thing, at one instant, fight in me:                         
  I love what most I loath, and cannot live,
  Unlesse I compasse that which holds my death;
  For life's meere death, loving one that loathes me,
  And he I love will loath me, when he sees
  I flie my sex, my vertue, my renowne,                              
  To runne so madly on a man unknowne.           _The Vault opens._
  See, see, a vault is opening that was never
  Knowne to my lord and husband, nor to any
  But him that brings the man I love, and me.
  How shall I looke on him? how shall I live,                        
  And not consume in blushes? I will in;
  And cast my selfe off, as I ne're had beene.              _Exit.__Ascendit Frier and D'Ambois._

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