_Dor._ Let go; You hurt me, Sir: fare well. Stay, is this _Martius_? I will not tell my Lord; he'll swear I lye. Doubt my fidelitie, before thy honor. How hast thou vex'd the gods, that they would let thee Thus violate friendship, hospitalitie, And all the bounds of sacred pietie? Sure thou but tri'st me out of love to him, And wouldst reject me, if I did consent. O _Martius, Martius_, wouldst thou in one minute, Blast all thy Laurels, which so many years Thou hast been purchasing with blood and sweat? Hath _Dorigen_ never been written, read, Without the epithet of chast, chast _Dorigen_? And wouldst thou fall upon her chastitie, Like a black drop of ink, to blot it out? When men shall read the records of thy valour, Thy hitherto-brave virtue, and approach (Highly content yet) to this foul assault Included in this leaf, this ominous leaf, They shall throw down the Book, and read no more, Though the best deeds ensue, and all conclude, That ravell'd the whole story, whose sound heart (Which should have been) prov'd the most leprous part. _Mar._ O! thou confut'st divinely, and thy words Do fall like rods upon me; but they have Such silken lines, and silver hooks, that I Am faster snar'd: my love has ta'en such hold, That (like two wrestlers) though thou stronger be, And hast cast me, I hope to pull thee after. I must, or perish. _Dor._ Perish, _Martius_, then; For I here vow unto the gods, These rocks, These rocks we see so fix'd, shall be removed, Made champion field, ere I so impious prove, To stain my Lords bed with adulterous love. _Enter Valerius._ _Val._ The gods protect fair _Dorigen_. _Dor._ Amen, From all you wolvish Romanes. [_Exit._ _Val._ Ha? what's this? Still, brother, in your moods? O th[e]n my doubts Are truths. Have at it: I must try a way To be resolv'd. _Mar._ How strangely dost thou look! what ailst thou? _Val._ What ailst thou? _Mar._ Why, I 'm mad. _Val._ Why, I [a]m madder. _Martius_, draw thy sword, And lop a villain from the earth; for if Thou wilt not, on some tree about this place I'll hang my self; _Valerius_ shall not live To wound his brothers honor, stain his Countrey, And branded with ingratitude to all times. _Mar._ For what can all this be? _Val._ I [a]m in love. _Mar._ Why so am I. With whom? ha? _Val. Dorigen._ _Mar._ With _Dorigen_? how dost thou love her? speak. _Val._ Even to the height of lust; and I must have her or else I die. _Mar._ Thou shalt, thou daring Traitor. On all the confines I have rid my horse, Was there no other woman for thy choice But _Dorigen_? Why, villain, she is mine: She makes me pine thus, sullen, mad, and fool; 'T is I must have her, or I die.