_Leu._ If any of thy great, Great-grandmothers This thousand years, had been as chast as she, It would have made thee honester, I stay'd To he[a]re what you wou'd say: she is by heaven Of the most strict and blameless chastitie That ever woman was: (good gods forgive me) Had _Tarquin_, met with her, she had been kil'd With a Slave by her ere she had agreed: I lye with her! wou'd I might perish then. Our Mothers, whom we all must reverence, Could nere exceed her for her chastitie, Upon my soul: for by this light she's A most obstinate modest creature. _Leon._ What did you with her then so long _Leucippus_? _Leu._ I'll tell you Sir: You see she's beautifull. _Leon._ I see it well. _Leu._ Mov'd by her face, I came with lustful thoughts, Which was a fault in me: But telling truth, something more pardonable, (And for the world I will not lye to you:) Proud of my self, I thought a Princes name Had power to blow 'em down flat of their backs; But here I found a Rock not to be shook: For as I hope for good Sir, all the battery That I could lay to her, or of my person, My greatness, or gold, could nothing move her. _Leon._ 'Tis very strange, being so young and fair. _Leu._ She's almost thirty Sir. _Leon._ How do you know her age so just? _Leu._ She told it me her self Once when she went about to shew by reason I should leave wooing her. _Leon._ She stains the ripest Virgins of her age. _Leu._ If I had sin'd with her, I would be loth To publish her disgrace: but by my life I would have told it you, because I think You would have pardon'd me the rather: And I will tell you father: By this light Sir, (But that I never will bestow my self But to your liking) if she now would have me, I now would marry her. _Leon._ How's that _Leucippus_! _Leu._ Sir, will you pardon me one fault, which yet I have not done, but had a will to do, and I will tell it? _Leon._ Be't what it will I pardon thee. _Leu._ I offered marriage to her. _Leon._ Did she refuse it? _Leucip._ With that earnestn[e]ss, and almost scorn To think of any other after her lost Mate, that she Made me think my self unworthy of her. _Leon._ You have stay'd too long _Leucippus_. _Leu._ Yes Sir, forgive me Heaven, what multitude Of oaths have I bestow'd on lies, and yet they were Officious lyes, there was no malice in 'em.