INO. Why, sir, The sin done by your father is not yours, If you could not help it.---- PLAN. Why, there it is: 'Tis that which gnaws me here. But I swore by all the gods that she was As innocent from my unclean embraces as is The new-fall'n snow, or ermines that will meet Ten deaths before one spot: I made my father think The thoughts of angels were less innocent than she. No, it was I betray'd him; his virtue was too great To[90] have suspected it. How do I look, Inophilus? INO. Like some bless'd man that, griev'd for others' sins, Could,[91] out of a good nature, part with half His own whiteness to purge the others' stains. PLAN. Now thou soothest, and, like some flattering glass, Present'st me to advantage. I am, in short, One born to make Iberia unhappy. Had I as black a face as is my soul, you would Find in respect of it Ægyptians were snow-white. Methinks I hear Heaven tell me I am slow, And it is time I had begun revenge. Ephorbas has done him wrong, who lov'd him More than heaven or his happiness, and would Have run out of the world to have left him Free [to] whatever he would lay claim to, but Andromana-- Nay, she also had been His, so it could have been without a sin. But she knew the sin she acted, and yet did it; And [yet she] lives free from the stroke of thunder! Is there such a thing as heaven, or such a one As Justice dwells there? and can I ask the question? O, the tameness of a conscience loaded with sin. Which reasons and talks, when it should do! But I will be reveng'd, and thus I begin. Inophilus, [_He draws._ Be sure, when I am dead, to meet my ghost, And do as that instructs thee. 'Twill tell all the particulars Of my revenge, who must die first, who last, and What way too. I have my lesson perfect. [_He leans the pommel on the ground to fall on it_: INOPHILUS _kicks it by with his foot_. INO. Is this the revenge befits great Plangus? PLAN. Had this been done two days ago, thou durst As well have met the lightning naked As have opposed my will thus. [_He draws._