_Clarin._ That's all one what I know, What I will testifie is that shall vex ye; Trust not a guilty rage with likelihoods, And on apparent proof, take heed of that, Madam; If you were innocent (as it may be ye are) I do not know, I leave it to your conscience, It were the weakest and the poorest part of ye, Men being so willing to believe the worst, So open eyed in this age to all infamie, To put your fame in this weak bark to the venture. _Cal._ What do I suffer! O my precious honour, Into what box of evils have I lock'd thee! Yet rather than be thus outbrav'd, and by My drudg, my footstool, one that sued to be so; Perish both life, and honour. Devil thus I dare thy worst, defie thee, spit at thee, And in my vertuous rage, thus trample on thee; Awe me thy Mistris, whore, to be thy baud? Out of my house, proclaim all that thou knowest, Or malice can invent, fetch jealousie From Hell, and like a furie breath it in The bosom of my Lord; and to thy utmost Blast my fair fame, yet thou shalt feel with horror To thy sear'd conscience, my truth is built On such a firm base, that if e're it can Be forc'd, or undermin'd by thy base scandals, Heaven keeps no guard on innocence. [_Exit._ _Clarin._ I am lost, In my own hopes forsaken, and must fall The greatest torment to a guilty woman Without revenge, till I can fashion it I must submit, at least appear as if I did repent, and would offend no farther. Monsieur _Beronte_ my Lords Brother is Oblig'd unto me for a private favour; 'Tis he must mediate for me; but when time And opportunity bids me strike, my wreak Shall pour it self on her nice chastitie Like to a torrent, deeds, not words shall speak me. [_Exit._ _Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Alcidon, _and_ Beronte, _severally._ _Alci._ Ye are opportunely [m]et. _Ber._ Your countenance expresses hast mixt with some fear. _Alci._ You'l share with me in both, as soon as you are made Acquainted with the cause, if you love vertue, In danger not secure; I have no time For circumstance, instruct me if _Lisander_ Be in your Brothers house? _Ber._ Upon my knowledge he is not there. _Alci._ I am glad on't. _Ber._ Why good Sir? (Without offence I speak it) there's no place In which he is more honour'd, or more safe, Than with his friend _Cleander._ _Alci._ In your votes I grant it true, but as it now stands with him, I can give reason to make satisfaction For what I speak; you cannot but remember The ancient difference between _Lisander_ And _Cloridon_, a man in grace at Court? _Ber._ I do; and the foul plot of _Cloridons_ kinsman Upon _Lisanders_ life, for a fall given to _Cloridon_ 'Fore the King, as they encountred at a solemn tilting.