_Sor._ No, she is constant to thee, Constant to all thy misery she shall be, And curse thee too. _Val._ Is my strong body weakn'd, Charm'd, or abus'd with subtle drink? speak villain. _Sor._ Neither, I dare speak, thou art still as lusty As when thou lov'dst her first, as strong and hopefull, The month thou hast given thee is a month of misery, And where thou think'st each hour shall yield a pleasure, Look for a killing pain, for thou shalt find it Before thou dyest, each minute shall prepare it, And ring so many knels to sad afflictions; The King has given thee a long month to dye in, And miserably dye. _Val._ Undo thy Riddle, I am prepar'd what ever fate shall follow. _Sor._ Dost thou see this Ring? _Val._ I know it too. _Sor._ Then mark me, By vertue of this Ring this I pronounce to thee, 'Tis the Kings will. _Val._ Let me know it suddenly. _Sor._ If thou dost offer to touch _Evanthes_ body Beyond a kiss, though thou art married to her, And lawfully as thou think'st may'st injoy her, That minute she shall dye. _Val._ O Devil-- _Sor._ If thou discover this command unto her, Or to a friend that shall importune thee, And why thou abstainest, and from whose will, ye all perish, Upon the self-same forfeit: are ye fitted Sir? Now if ye love her, ye may preserve her life still, If not, you know the worst, how falls your month out? _Val._ This tyranny could never be invented But in the school of Hell, Earth is too innocent; Not to injoy her when she is my wife? When she is willing too? _Sor._ She is most willing, And will run mad to miss; but if you hit her, Be sure you hit her home, and kill her with it; There are such women that will dye with pleasure: The Axe will follow else, that will not fail To fetch her Maiden head, and dispatch her quickly; Then shall the world know you are the cause of Murther, And as 'tis requisite your life shall pay for't. _Val._ Thou dost but jest, thou canst not be so monstrous As thou proclaim'st thy self; thou art her Brother, And there must be a feeling heart within thee Of her afflictions; wert thou a stranger to us, And bred amongst wild rocks, thy nature wild too, Affection in thee as thy breeding, cold, And unrelenting as the rocks that nourisht thee, Yet thou must shake to tell me this; they tremble When the rude sea threatens divorce amongst 'em, They that are senceless things shake at a tempest; Thou art a man-- _Sor._ Be thou too then, 'twill try thee, And patience now will best become thy nobleness. _Val._ Invent some other torment to afflict me, All, if thou please, put all afflictions on me, Study thy brains out for 'em, so this be none I care not of what nature, nor what cruelty, Nor of what length. _Sor._ This is enough to vex ye.