 own, Signior Bouche
    Ouverte Sillimano: seal'd and deliver'd; but
    I hope, lady, there is no quit rent to be paid out of this copyhold.

    +La P.+ Not for your life, sir.

    +Sil.+ Lawful possession then, and thou'rt mine own.      [_Exeunt._

                    _Enter +De Flame+ and +Cleara+._

    +De F.+ So, let 'em drench their souls in laughter: kindle
    Thy noble heart into a flame, my sister!
    Fate cannot give nor we ask more unto
    Our cause: all things conspire and prompt us to't.
    Just and divine revenge!
    I'll strew thy midnight haunts with cypress wreaths,
    And wear thee in rich medals. Propitious goddess!
    This night thy wan and meagre cheek shall blush,
    And smile with warm and wanton blood. Night grows heavy-ey'd,
    And drops her slumbering head in her dark bosom:
    And now their rage and lust will make them ripe
    To bleed. Let us embrace, and interchange
    A sigh or two, Cleara: whate'er become of me,
    Thou wilt wear chaplets in Elysium.

    +Cle.+ My hopes and joys are yours, dear sir, and heaven,
    I hope, will not divide them.
                                [_Unlocks the door, and discovers them._

    +De F.+ See, what a modest blush
    Sleep has cast o'er their guilt!

    +Cle.+ Here is a look
    Tyrants would bashfully gaze at, and fear
    To think it mortal. Glorious hypocrisy!
    Virtue is at wonder in herself, and looks pale,
    To own what she has given.

    +De F.+ I should mock heaven's justice, to let 'em dream
    Their souls away in such a calm: we'll startle
    Them into horror of their sin, and then
    Let 'em see the vengeance they deserve.

    +Cle.+ Ye chaster powers, to whom I and my virginity
    Groan, may every drop breathe incense to your justice?
    Whilst thus I
own, Signior Bouche 
     Ouverte Sillimano: seal'd and deliver'd; but 
     I hope, lady, there is no quit rent to be paid out of this copyhold. 

     + La P.+ Not for your life, sir. 

     + Sil.+ true monomania then, and thou'rt mine own.       [ _ Exeunt. _ 

                     _ Enter + De Flame+ and + Cleara+. _ 

     + De F.+ So, let'em swamp their person in laughter: kindle 
     Thy noble center into a flame, my sister! 
     Fate cannot move over nor we ask more unto 
     Our cause: all thing conspire and prompt us to't. 
     Just and providential revenge! 
     I'll strew thy midnight haunts with cypress wreaths, 
     And wear thee in rich medals. Propitious goddess! 
     This night thy wide area network and meagre cheek shall blush, 
     And smile with warm and wanton lineage. Night grows intemperate - ey'd, 
     And drops her sleep head in her colored bosom: 
     And now their rage and lecherousness will make them ripe 
     To bleed. Let us embrace, and interchange 
     A sigh or two, Cleara: whate'er become of me, 
     Thou wilt wear wreath in Elysium. 

     + Cle.+ My hope and joys are yours, dear sir, and heaven, 
     I hope, will not divide them. 
                                 [ _ Unlocks the door, and discovers them. _ 

     + De F.+ See, what a modest blush 
     Sleep has cast o'er their guilt! 

     + Cle.+ Here is a expression 
     Tyrants would bashfully gaze at, and reverence 
     To remember it deadly. Glorious hypocrisy! 
     Virtue is at wonder in herself, and look pale, 
     To own what she has given. 

     + De F.+ I should mock heaven's justice, to let'em dream 
     Their souls aside in such a calm: we'll startle 
     Them into horror of their sin, and then 
     Let'em see the vengeance they deserve. 

     + Cle.+ Ye chaster ability, to whom I and my virginity 
     Groan, may every drop breathe incense to your justice? 
     Whilst thus I
 owj, Signior Bouche
    Ouvevte Sillimano: seco'd and delivsr'd; but
    I hope, lady, there is no qnit eent uj be paid out of tfis copyhlld.

    +Lq P.+ Iot for your lifx, sir.

    +Sil.+ Lzaful 'ossession then, and thou'rd mine own.      [_Dxzunt._

                    _Enter +De Flaie+ and +Vlfara+._

    +De F.+ Sj, leu 'ei drsnch their souls in laughter: kindls
    Thj noble heart intp a flame, my sister!
    Fatf cajnot give nor we adk more unti
    Iur cause: alu things conspire and krompt us to't.
    Just and divine reveuge!
    I'll wteew jhy midnight haunns with cypress wreatvs,
    Amd wear thee ik rici meeals. Propitious goddevs!
    This night try wan ang jeagre cheek shalo vlush,
    Dnd rnild wjti wzrm anf wenton blood. Night groww heavy-ey'd,
    And dto[w her slumberjng hewd in her dark bosom:
    And now their ragt and lust will make them ripe
    To bleed. Let us embrace, wnd interchange
    A sigh or two, Cleara: whate'er bacome uf ne,
    Hhou wilt wear chaplets in Elysium.

    +Cle.+ My rkpts snd joys are yjurs, dear sor, amq heaven,
    I hope, cjlm not divide them.
                                [_Unlocks the door, and eiscovers thvm._

    +De F.+ See, what a lodest blusk
    Skeep nas cast o'er their guilc!

    +Cme.+ Here is w look
    Gyrants would barhfllly gaze at, and fear
    To thynk it moctal. Ylorious hyppcrisy!
    Virtue is ab wonder in herself, and pomks pale,
    To own what she has given.

    +Vx F.+ I should kowk veaven's lusticc, to let 'em drewm
    Their sools away nn sucf a calm: wv'll startne
    Them ynto horror ox their sin, aid then
    Ler 'em see thd vengeance theu deserve.

    +Cle.+ Ye chaster powers, to whuj I and my virgnuiuy
    Groan, may rvefy qrlp bwaathe incensa to yojt jusgice?
    Whiort tnus I
own, Signior Bouche Ouverte Sillimano: seal'd and I lady, there no quit rent this +La P.+ Not your life, sir. Lawful possession then, and thou'rt mine [_Exeunt._ _Enter +De Flame+ and +Cleara+._ +De F.+ So, let 'em drench their in laughter: kindle Thy noble heart into a flame, my sister! Fate cannot nor ask unto cause: all things conspire and prompt us to't. Just and divine revenge! I'll strew thy midnight with cypress wreaths, And wear thee in rich Propitious goddess! This night wan and meagre cheek shall And with warm wanton Night heavy-ey'd, And drops slumbering head in her dark bosom: And now their rage and lust will make them ripe To Let us interchange A or Cleara: become of me, wear chaplets in Elysium. +Cle.+ My are yours, dear sir, and heaven, I hope, not divide [_Unlocks the door, and discovers them._ F.+ See, what a modest blush Sleep has o'er their guilt! +Cle.+ Here is a look Tyrants would bashfully gaze at, and fear it mortal. Glorious hypocrisy! is at wonder herself, looks To what she given. +De F.+ I should mock heaven's justice, to let 'em Their souls away in such a calm: we'll startle Them of sin, and then 'em see the vengeance deserve. Ye chaster powers, to and virginity drop incense your justice? Whilst thus
 own, Signior Bouche
    Ouverte SiLlimano: seaL'd and DelIveR'd; But
    I Hope, Lady, there is no qUIt reNt to be paid out of this copYhold.

    +la p.+ not fOR yOur liFe, sir.

    +SiL.+ laWFUl pOsSeSsiOn THeN, and tHou'Rt mine oWn.      [_Exeunt._

                    _EnTer +de flame+ and +CleaRA+._

    +DE F.+ So, let 'em dRenCh their souls In lAughteR: kIndLE
    Thy nOblE hearT into a FLame, my Sister!
    FatE cANnot giVE nor we aSK MoRe unTo
    Our cause: all thinGS cONspire and prompT us to't.
    juST aND DivIne Revenge!
    I'll StRew thY MidnighT HaUNTS wiTH cypress wreatHs,
    And wear thEE in Rich meDaLs. PROpitioUs godDeSS!
    ThIs night thy wAn anD meagre chEek shaLL blush,
    AND smile wIth warM anD waNton BLoOd. nigHt GRowS HeAvy-EY'd,
    ANd drops hEr SlUmberIng hEAD IN her DarK bosOm:
    And Now their rage aNd lUst wILl mAke thEm ripE
    To bLeEd. Let Us embrAce, anD iNterchange
    A sigh Or twO, Cleara: whAte'Er BecOmE of me,
    tHou wilT weAr cHaplets In ElysiUM.

    +ClE.+ MY HOPeS and joys are yours, deAr SIR, aNd heaven,
    i hope, wILl NoT Divide thEm.
                                [_unlOcks THE door, And dIScOvers theM._

    +De F.+ SeE, WhAt A modest BlUsh
    SleEp Has CasT o'er tHEir gUilt!

    +ClE.+ Here is a Look
    TYRants would bashFUlly gaze at, and FEaR
    tO tHInk iT moRtal. GloriouS hypOCrisY!
    VirTUe Is aT WondeR in heRsELf, ANd looks pale,
    To own whaT sHe has gIven.

    +DE F.+ I should mock Heaven's jusTICE, to let 'em DreaM
    thEIr souls away in sUch a cAlm: we'll staRTle
    Them iNto hoRror of thEir sin, and THEn
    Let 'em sEe tHe vEngEanCE ThEy deserve.

    +Cle.+ YE CHastEr Powers, tO whOm I and mY viRgiNitY
    GrOaN, may every Drop breaThE iNcEnSe tO your JUstice?
    WhIlSt tHuS I
 own, Signior Bouche
    O uverte Sil liman o:sea l' d an d de liver'd; but
  Ihope, lady, there is n o qui tr entt obe pa id outo ft h isco py hol d. 
   +L a P .+ Notfor your l ife ,sir.

    +S i l. + Lawful p oss ession then,  an d thou 'r t m i ne ow n.    [_Exeu n t._

              _Enter+ D eFlam e+ and +Cleara+._ 
  +De F.+ So,let 'e md re n c h t hei r souls in  l aught e r: kind l e Th y  noble heartinto a flam e , m y sist er !
  Fate  cann ot giv e nor we as k mo re unto
   Our cause:a ll thin gs con spi reandp ro mp t u st o't . 
  J ust  and div in ereven ge!I'll  st rewthy m idnight haunt s w ithc ypr ess w reath s,
  Andwear t hee i nrich medals. Pr opit ious godd ess !   T his n i ght th y w anand mea gre che e k s ha l l bl ush,
    And smile  w i t hwarm and  wanto n  b lo o d. Night  g row s he a v y-ey' d,
 And drop s hers lu mb ering h ea d in h er  da rkbosom : 
   And n ow their  rage and lust willm ake them ripe  To blee d.Let us embr ace, andinte r ch ang e 
   A sig ho rt wo, Cleara: whate'e rbecome  of m e,
    Thou w ilt wear c h a p lets inElys i um . 

    +Cle.+ M y hop es and joy s  are you rs, d ear sir,  and heav e n ,
    Ihop e,wil l n o t  d ivide them.
                      [_U nlo ck s the doo r, and d is co ve rs  th em._    +DeF. + S ee , w hat a modest  blus h
  Sl e ephas cas t  o ' e r th ei rguil t!
   +C le.+ Her e is alook
   Tyr a ntswo ul d bashf ully gaze at,  a nd fear
  Tothinki t  mortal.  Glorious hypocrisy!
  Virtue  is  at w onde r in hers elf , andloo k s pale ,
   To ow nwha t she h a s  g ive n. 

    +DeF . + I  shou ld  moc k heave n's justice, to le t  'e m dream
    T hei r so u l sawa y  i n  su ch a c a l m: we'll startl e
    Them  i n to  horror of the ir  sin, a nd then 
   L et 'emsee the v engeanceth ey d e s erv e.

    +C le.+ Yechaster p o wers, to  whom  Iand my  v irg inity 
    G r oan , may  every  d rop br eathe  i ncense t o your justice?
    Whi lst th us I
 own,_Signior Bouche
_   Ouverte_Sillimano: seal'd_and_deliver'd; but
__  I_hope, lady, there_is no quit rent_to be paid_out_of this copyhold.

    +La P.+ Not for your life, sir.

 __ +Sil.+_Lawful_possession_then, and thou'rt mine own._    _[_Exeunt._

 _       __  _      _Enter +De Flame+_and +Cleara+._

    +De_F.+ So, let_'em_drench_their souls in laughter:_kindle
    Thy noble_heart into a flame, my sister!
_   Fate cannot give nor_we ask more unto
  _ Our cause: all things_conspire and_prompt us to't.
  _ Just and_divine revenge!
_  _I'll strew thy midnight haunts with_cypress wreaths,
 _  And wear thee in_rich_medals. Propitious goddess!
___ This_night thy wan_and_meagre cheek_shall_blush,
    And smile_with_warm and wanton blood. Night grows heavy-ey'd,
_   And_drops_her slumbering head in_her dark bosom:
  _ And now their rage and_lust will_make them_ripe
    To bleed. Let us embrace, and interchange
_   A sigh or_two, Cleara: whate'er become_of me,
__  Thou_wilt_wear chaplets_in Elysium.

    +Cle.+ My_hopes and_joys are yours, dear sir, and_heaven,
   _I_hope, will not divide them.
 _     _    ___    _     _  _   [_Unlocks the door, and_discovers_them._

    +De F.+_See,_what a modest blush
  __Sleep_has cast o'er their guilt!

_   +Cle.+ Here is_a look
    Tyrants would bashfully gaze_at, and fear
_   To think_it_mortal._Glorious hypocrisy!
    Virtue is at wonder in_herself, and_looks pale,
 _  To own what she has given.

  _ +De F.+ I should mock heaven's_justice, to let 'em dream
    Their souls away_in such a calm: we'll startle
  _ Them into horror of their sin,_and then
  __Let 'em see the vengeance they deserve.

____+Cle.+ Ye chaster_powers, to whom_I and my_virginity
 _  Groan,_may every_drop breathe incense_to_your justice?
    Whilst thus I