_King_. I understand her not. _Omnes_. Nor I. _Vict_. Thy life hath hitherto beene, my dear husband, But a disease to thee; thou hast indeed Mov'd on the earth like other creeping wormes Who take delight in worldly surfeits, heate Their blood with lusts, their limbes with proud attyres; Fe[e]d on their change of sinnes; that doe not use Their pleasure[s] but enjoy them, enjoy them fully In streames that are most sensuall and persever To live so till they die, and to die never[169]. _King_. What meanes all this? _Anton_. Art in thy right wits, woman? _Vict_. Such beasts are those about thee; take then courage; If ever in thy youth thy soule hath set By the Worlds tempting fires, as these men doe, Recant that errour. _King_. Ha! _Vict_. Hast thou in battaile tane a pride in blood? Recant that errour. Hast thou constant stood In a bad cause? clap a new armour on And fight now in a good. Oh lose not heaven For a few minutes in a Tyrants eye; Be valiant and meete death: if thou now losest Thy portion laid up for thee yonder, yonder, For breath or honours here, oh thou dost sell Thy soule for nothing. Recant all this, And then be rais'd up to a Throne of blis. _Anton_. We are abus'd, stop her mouth. _Belliz_. _Victoria_, Thou nobly dost confirme me, hast new arm'd My resolution, excellent _Victoria_. _Eugen_. Oh happy daughter, thou in this dost bring That _Requiem_ to our soules which Angels sing. _Dam_. Can you endure this wrong, Sir? _Cosmo_. Be out-brav'd by a seducing Strumpet? _King_. Binde her fast; Weele try what recantation you can make. Hagge, in the presence of your brave holy Champion And thy Husband, One of my Cammell drivers shall take from thee The glory of thy honesty and honour. Call in the Peasant. _Vict_. _Bellizarius_, _Eugenius_, is there no guard above us That will protect me from a rape? 'tis worse Than worlds of tortures. _Eugen_. Fear not, _Victoria_; Be thou a chaste one in thy minde, thy body May like a Temple of well tempered steele Be batter'd, not demolishe'd. _Belliz_. Tyrant, be mercifull; And if thou hast no other vertue in thee Deserving memory to succeeding ages, Yet onely thy not suffering such an out-rage Shall adde praise to thy name. _King_. Where is the Groome? _Eugen_. Oh sure the Sunne will darken And not behold a deed so foule and monstrous. _Enter Epidophorus with a Slave_. _Epi_. Here is the Cammell driver. _Omnes_. Stand forth, sirrah. _Epi_. Be bould and shrink not; this is she. 1 _Cam_. And I am hee. Is't the kings pleasure that I should mouse[170] her, and before all these people? _King_. No; 'tis considered better; unbinde the fury And dragge her to some corner; 'tis our pleasure, Fall to thy businesse freely. 1 _Cam_. Not too freely neither: I fare hard and drinke water; so doe the _Indians_, yet who fuller of Bastards? so doe the _Turkes_, yet who gets greater Logger-heads? Come, wench; Ile teach thee how to cut up wild fowle. _Vict_. Guard me, you heavens.