PLAN. Tempt me not, madam, with another word; For, by Heaven, you know I'm apt, being incens'd---- Wake not those wrongs, that bellow louder in My soul than wretches in the brazen bull, or Jove Who speaks in thunder; those wrongs my goodness Had half laid aside--or if you do, I have a soul dares what you dare tempt me to. AND. Sir, I must speak, Though Jove forbad me with a flash of lightning. You think perhaps, sir, I have forgot my Plangus? But, sir, I have infinitely injur'd you, And could not satisfy my conscience--if I Should say my love too, I should not lie-- Till I had ask'd your pardon. PLAN. Madam, the fault's forgiven and forgotten, Without you move me to remember't with A worse apology. Live and enjoy your sins And the angry gods. Nay, the severest plague I wish you is, that you may die Without one cross (for afflictions commonly teach Virtues to them that know them not while prosperous) Secure, without one thought or sense of a repentance. AND. Methinks you have a steely temper on, to that Which the other day you wore, when you were More soft than down of bees. But, sir, if you But knew the reason why I've done the action Which you perhaps call treason to our loves, You would forbear such language. PLAN. Reason! No doubt the man that robs a church, or profanes altars, Hath reason for what he doth: to satisfy your lust, You have that reason, madam. AND. That I have loved you once, I call Heaven, my own heart, and you to witness; Now, by that love, by all those vows have pass'd Betwixt us, hear me. PLAN. O Heaven! is that a conjuration! Things you have broke, with as much ease as politicians Do maxims of religion! But I will hear, To know you and to hate you more. Speak on. AND. You know whilst Leon liv'd, whose due they were, I out of love resign'd my love and honour Unto your---- PLAN. Lust, madam. AND. I know not, sir: Your eloquence gave it that title then. How many dangers walk'd I fearless through To satisfy your pleasures, your very will-- Nay more, your word--nay, if I thought by sympathy A thought of yours, that I imagin'd you Might blush to speak, I made it straight my own, And work'd and studied as much to put it into act, As doth a gamester upon loss to compass money. At last we were betray'd, sir, to your father's spies, who Denied us afterwards those opportunities we stole Before, befriended by my husband's ignorance. Now was I brought to that which is the worst of ills, A seeing, but not enjoying of that which I held dearest. To see you daily, and to live without you, Was a death many degrees beyond my own. I knew the love was great, so great I durst not own it. Nay more, I knew It was noble too, so noble, I knew My husband being dead, you would not stick To ask your father's leave for public marriage. PLAN. Heaven and the gods can witness I intended it. AND. Nay, farther yet, I knew your father's love, Which would not have denied you anything, Would also have granted that.