_Fer._ His love is lifeless that for love fears breath: 50 The worst that's due to sin, O, would 'twere death! _Aurel._ Enjoy my favour. I will be sick instantly and take physic: therefore in depth of night visit-- _Maq._ Visit her chamber, but conditionally you shall not offend her bed: by this diamond! _Fer._ By this diamond. [_Giving diamond to_ MAQ. _Maq._ Nor tarry longer than you please: by this ruby! _Fer._ By this ruby. [_Giving ruby to_ MAQ. _Maq._ And that the door shall not creak. 60 _Fer._ And that the door shall not creak. _Maq._ Nay, but swear. _Fer._ By this purse. [_Giving purse to_ MAQ. _Maq._ Go to, I'll keep your oaths for you: remember, visit. _Aurel._ Dried biscuit!--Look where the base wretch comes. _Enter_ MENDOZA, _reading a sonnet_. _Men._ "_Beauty's life, heaven's model, love's queen_,"-- _Maq._ That's his Emilia. _Men._ "_Natures triumph, best on[391] earth_,"-- 70 _Maq._ Meaning Emilia. _Men._ "_Thou only wonder that the world hath seen_,"-- _Maq._ That's Emilia. _Aurel._ Must I, then, hear her praised?--Mendoza! _Men._ Madam, your excellency is graciously encountered: I have been writing passionate flashes in honour of-- [_Exit_ FERNEZE. _Aurel._ Out, villain, villain! O judgment, where have been my eyes? what Bewitch'd election made me dote on thee? 80 What sorcery made me love thee? But, be gone; Bury thy head. O, that I could do more Than loath thee! hence, worst of ill! No reason ask, our reason is our will.[392] [_Exit with_ MAQUERELLE. _Men._ Women! nay, Furies; nay, worse; for they torment only the bad, but women good and bad. Damnation of mankind! Breath, hast thou praised them for this? and is't you, Ferneze, are wriggled into smock-grace? sit sure. O, that I could rail against these monsters in nature, models of hell, curse of the earth, women! that dare attempt anything, and what they attempt they care not how they accomplish; without all premeditation or prevention; rash in asking, desperate in working, impatient in suffering, extreme in desiring, slaves unto appetite, mistresses in dissembling, only constant in unconstancy, only perfect in counterfeiting: their words are feigned, their eyes forged, their sighs[393] dissembled, their looks counterfeit, their hair false, their given hopes deceitful, their very breath artificial: their blood is their only god; bad clothes, and old age, are only the devils they tremble at. That I could rail now! 102 _Enter_ PIETRO, _his sword drawn_. _Pietro._ A mischief fill thy throat, thou foul-jaw'd slave! Say thy prayers.