Urge no replie, the fact is plainely prov'd,
And thou art hatefull where thou wert belov'd.
_Mon_. My gracious Lord--
_Duke_. We can afford no grace:
Stay here, and reade thy ruine in my face.
_Mon_. I goe contented with this heavy doome;
'Twas mine owne seeking. Faire and wise, adiew;
Deceit hath kil'd conceit, you know tis true.
[_Exit_.[168]
_Fre_. An upright sentence of an act so vilde.
_Duk_. Remove this waiting virgin from your chamber,
But let this gentleman attend on me.
The best may be deceiv'd by trecherie.
_Euph_. Then so, my gracious father, may this maid.
_Duke_. Then let her keep her place; beware of gold,
Honour's too precious to be baselie sold.--
Now to our dying friend, his grace of _Meath_.
Daughter, prepare you; you shall ride along,
For to that end we came; come, sonne, to horse:
Ere we come there, our friend may prove a coarse.
_Euph_.--Twas well done both, this action rarely fell;
Where women trie their wits, bad plots prove well.
[_Exeunt omnes_.
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