_Orian._ What's my offence? what have these years committed, That may be dangerous to the Duke, or State? Have I conspir'd by poison, have I giv'n up My honor to some loose unsetl'd bloud That may give action to my plots? Dear Sir, let me not dye ignorant of my faults? _Arr._ Ye shall not. Then Lady, you must know, you're held unhonest; The Duke, your Brother, and your friends in Court, With too much grief condemn ye: though to me, The fault deserves not to be paid with death. _Orian._ Who's my accuser? _Arri._ Lord _Gondarino_. _Orian. Arrigo_, take these words, and bear them to the Duke, It is the last petition I shall ask thee: Tell him the child this present hour brought forth To see the world has not a soul more pure, more white, More Virgin than I have; Tell him Lord _Gondarino's_ Plot, I suffer for, and willingly: tell him it had been a greater honor, to have sav'd than kill'd: but I have done: strike, I am arm'd for heaven. Why, stay you? is there any hope? _Arri._ I would not strike. _Orian._ Have you the power to save? _Arri._ With hazard of my life, if it should be known. _Orian._ You will not venture that? _Arri._ I will Lady: there is that means yet to escape your death, if you can wisely apprehend [it]. _Orian._ Ye dare not be so kind? _Arri._ I dare, and will, if you dare but deserve't. _Ori._ If I should slight my life, I were [to] blame. _Arri._ Then Madam, this is the means, or else you die: I love you. _Orian._ I shall believe it, if you save my life. _Arri._ And you must lie with me. _Orian._ I dare not buy my life so. _Arri._ Come, ye must resolve, say yea or no. _Orian._ Then no; nay, look not ruggedly upon me, I am made up too strong to fear such looks: Come, do your Butchers part: before I would wish life, with the dear loss of honour, I dare find means to free my self. _Arr._ Speak, will ye yield? _Orian._ Villain, I will not; Murtherer, do thy worst, thy base unnoble thoughts dare prompt thee to; I am above thee slave. _Arri._ Wilt thou not be drawn to yield by fair perswasions? _Orian._ No, nor by-- _Arri._ Peace, know your doom then; your Ladyship must remember, you are not now at home, where you dare [jeast at] all that come about you: but you are fallen under my mercy, which shall be but small; if thou refuse to yield: hear what I have sworn unto my self; I will enjoy thee, though it be between the parting of thy soul and body; yield yet and live. _Orian._ I'll guard the one, let Heaven guard the other. _Arri._ Are you so resolute then? [_Duke from above._ Hold, hold I say.] _Orian._ What [have] I? yet more terror to my tragedy? _Arri._ Lady, the Scene of bloud is done; ye are now as free from scandal, as from death.