CAL. What amiss, woman, now Christ benedicite? [_Aside_. MEL. Nay, nay, he shall never that day see; His voluptuous appetite consented by me. Wist he now that I were present here, I assure you shortly he would seek me; And without doubt he doth now inquire, Whither I am gone, or where I should be. See, is he not now come? I repent[30] me Alas, of this man I can never be rid: Would to Christ I wist, where I might be hid. CAL. By you, fair Melibaea, may be seen The grace, the gifts, the greatness of God. MEL. Wherein? CAL. In taking effect of Dame Nature's strene;[31] Nor yearthly, but angelic of likelihood; In beauty so passing the kind of woman-hood. O God, I might in your presence be able To manifest my dolours incomparable; Greater were that reward than the grace Heaven to obtain by works of pity! Not so glorious be the saints that see God's face, Ne joy not so much, as I do you to see. Yet difference there is between them and me, For they glorify by His assured presence, And I in torment because of your absence. MEL. Why, thinkest thou that so great a reward? CAL. Yea, more greater than if God would set me In heaven above all saints, and more in regard; And think it a more higher felicity. MEL. Yet more greater thy reward shall be, If thou flee from the determination Of thy consent of mind by such temptation. I perceive the extent of thy words all, As of the wit of him, that would have the virtue Of me such a woman to become thrall. Go thy way with sorrow! I would thou knew I have, foul scorn of thee, I tell thee true, Or [of] any human creature with me should begin Any communication pertaining to sin. And I promise thee, where--thou art present, While I live, by my will I will be absent. [_Exit_. CAL. Lo! out of all joy I am fallen in woe, Upon whom adverse fortune hath cast her chance Of cruel hate, which causeth now away to go The keeper of my joy and all my pleasance. Alas, alas, now to me what noyance! _Enter_ SEMPRONIO, _a parasite_.