_Mal._ You are still my debtor; Can this (though true) be weigh'd with my lost honor, Much less my faith? I have liv'd private to you, And but for you, had ne'r known what lust was, Nor what the sorrow for't. _Vit._ 'Tis false. _Mal._ 'Tis true, But how return'd by you, thy whole life being But one continued act of lust, and Shipwrack Of womens chastities. _Vit._ But that I know That she that dares be damn'd, dares any thing, I should admire thy tempting me: but presume not On the power you think you hold o're my affections, It will deceive you: yield, and presently Or by the inflamed blood, which thou must quench I'll make a forcible entry. _Mal._ Touch me not: You know I have a throat, ---- if you do I will cry out a rape, or sheath this here, Ere I'll be kept, and us'd for Julip-water T'allay the heat which lushious meats and wine And not desire hath rais'd. _Vit._ A desperate devil, My blood commands my reason; I must take Some milder way. _Mal._ I hope (dear _Don_) I fit you. The night is mine, although the day was yours You are not fasting now: this speeding trick Which I would as a principle leave to all, That make their maintenance out of their own _Indies_, As I do now; my good old mother taught me, Daughter, quoth she, contest not with your lover His stomach being empty; let wine heat him, And then you may command him: 'tis a sure one: His looks shew he is coming. _Vit._ Come this needs not, Especially to me: you know how dear I ever have esteemed you. _Cla._ Lost again. _Vit._ That any sight of yours, hath power to change My strongest resolution, and one tear Sufficient to command a pardon from me, For any wrong from you, which all mankind Should kneel in vain for. _Mal._ Pray you pardon those That need your favor, or desire it. _Vit._ Prethee. Be better temper'd: I'll pay as a forfeit For my rash anger, this purse fil'd with Gold. Thou shalt have servants, gowns, attires, what not? Only continue mine. _Mal._ 'Twas this I fish'd for. _Vit._ Look on me, and receive it. _Mal._ Well, you know My gentle nature, and take pride t'abuse it: You see a trifle pleases me, we are friends; This kiss, and this confirms it. _Cla._ With my ruine. _Mal._ I'll have this diamond, and this pearl. _Vit._ They are yours. _Mal._ But will you not, when you have what you came for, Take them from me to morrow? 'tis a fashion Your Lords of late have us'd. _Vit._ But I'll not follow. _Cla._ That any man at such a rate as this Should pay for his repentance. _Vit._ Shall we to bed now? _Mal._ Instantly, Sweet; yet now I think on't better There's something first that in a word or two I must acquaint you with.