Rox. She rather chuseth death in her neglect Than so to hazard life or lose respect.
Tym. How shall I come at her?
Rox. Let your will Subscribe to the sure meanes already wrought, She shall be rarely pleas'd, you safely brought.
Tym. Ha! and is this sheere faith, without any tricke in't?
Rox. Let me perish in this office else; and I neede wish No more damnation than to dye a Pander.
Tym. Thou speakest well, when meete wee?
Rox. Five is the fixed houre, upon to morrowes Evening.
Tym. So, the place?
Rox. Neere to the further lodge.
Tym. Goe to then, it holds honest all the way?
Rox. Else does there live no honestie but in Lawyers.
Tym. Enough, five? and the furthest lodge? Ile meete thee.
Rox. Enjoy the sweetest Treasure in a woman. Exit.
Tym. Alwayes excepting and the Tyrants Gem.
Zen. What, have you done with the Begger?
Tym. None that lives can say he has done with the Begger.
Zen. Hold conference so long with such a fellow?
Tym. How? are your wits perfect? if one should refuse to talke with every begger, he might refuse brave Company sometimes, gallants yfaith. Exeunt.
Enter the old King, Fidelio, and Amorpho.
King. The losse of my deare Queene afflicts me more Then all Lapirus cursed trecheries: Inhumane monster! (ces
Lap. [in the pit.] If you have humane formes to fit those voy- And hearts that may be pierc'd with miseries groanes Sent from a fainting Spirit; pitty a wretch, A miserable man, Prisoner to darkenesse, Your charitable strengths this way repaire, And lift my flesh to the reviving Ayre.