Hel.
That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the christian world
Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel.
Time was I did him a desired office,
Dear almost as his life, which gratitude
Through flinty Tartars bosom would peep forth,
And answer thanks. I duly am inform'd,
His Grace is at Marseilles, to which place
We have convenient convoy; you must know
I am supposed dead; the army breaking,
My husband hies him home, where heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good lord the King,
We'll be before our welcome.

Wid.
Gentle madam,
You never had a servant to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.

Hel.
Nor you, mistress,
Ever a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompence your love: doubt not but heav'n
Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dowre,
As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
When saucy trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play
With what it loaths, for that which is away.

But more of this hereafter. You Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.

Dia.
Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.

Hel.
Yet I pray you:
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briars shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp: we must away,
Our waggon is prepar'd, and time revives us;
All's well that ends well, still that finds the crown;
What-e'er the ^{b note}course, the end is the renown. [Exeunt.

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