_Emp._ I dare not do it here, rise fair _Lucina_, I did but try your temper, ye are honest, And with the commendations wait on that I'le lead ye to your Lord, and give you to him: Wipe your fair eyes: he that endeavours ill, May well delay, but never quench his hell.-- [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Chilax, Licinius, Proculus, _and_ Balbus. _Chil._ 'Tis done _Licinius_. _Lici._ How? _Chil._ I shame to tell it, If there be any justice, we are Villains, And must be so rewarded. _Bal._ If it be done, I take it 'tis no time now to repent it, Let's make the best o'th' trade. _Pro._ Now vengeance take it, Why should not he have setled on a beauty, Whose honesty stuck in a piece of tissue, Or one a Ring might rule, or such a one That had an itching husband to be honourable, And ground to get it: if he must have women, And no allay without 'em, why not those That know the misery, and are best able To play a game with judgement? such as she is, Grant they be won with long siege, endless travel, And brought to opportunity with millions, Yet when they come to motion, their cold vertue Keeps 'em like cakes of Ice; I'le melt a Crystal, And make a dead flint fire himself, e're they Give greater heat, than new departing embers Give to old men that watch 'em. _Lici._ A good Whore Had sav'd all this, and happily as wholsom, I, and the thing once done too, as well thought of, But this same chastity forsooth. _Pro._ A Pox on't, Why should not women be as free as we are? They are, but not in open, and far freer, And the more bold ye bear your self, more welcom, And there is nothing you dare say, but truth, But they dare hear.-- _Enter_ Emperour, _and_ Lucina. _Chi._ The Emperour! away, And if we can repent, let's home and pray. [_Exeunt._ _Emp._ Your only vertue now is patience, Take heed, and save your honour; if you talk. _Luci._ As long as there is motion in my body, And life to give me words, I'le cry for justice. _Emp._ Justice shall never hear ye, I am justice.