_Mal._ I cannot contain,--he saw thee not that left thee. If there be wisdom, reason, honour, grace, Of any foolishly-esteemèd virtue, In giving o'er possession of such beauty, Let me be vicious, so I may be loved. Passion, I am thy slave; sweet, it shall be my grace, That I account thy love my only virtue: Shall I swear I am thy most vowèd servant? _Fra._ Mine vowed? Go! go! go! I cannot more of love. No! no! no! You bin all unconstant. O unfaithful men--tyrants--betrayers--de very enjoying us loseth us; and when you only ha' made us hateful, you only hate us. O mine forsaken heart! 123 _Mal._ I must not rave. Silence and modesty two customary virtues. Will you be my mistress? _Fra._ Mettres? Ha! ha! ha! _Mal._ Will you lie with me? _Fra._ Lie with you? O no; you men will out-lie any woman; fait, me no more can love. _Mal._ No matter, let me enjoy your bed. 130 _Fra._ O! vile man, vat do you tinck on me? Do you take me to be a beast--a creature that for sense only will entertain love, and not only for love--love? O! brutish abomination! _Mal._ Why, then I pray thee love, and with thy love enjoy me---- _Fra._ Give me reason to affect you. Will you swear you love me? _Mal._ So seriously, that I protest no office so dangerous--no deed so unreasonable--no cost so heavy, but I vow to the utmost tentation of my best being to effect it. 141 _Fra._ Sall I, or can I trust again? O fool! How natural 'tis for us to be abused! Sall ick be sure that no satiety, No enjoying, Not time shall languish your affection? _Mal._ If there be ought in brain, heart, or hand, Can make you doubtless, I am your vow'd servant. _Fra._ Will you do one ting for me? _Mal._ Can I do it? 150 _Fra._ Yes, yes; but ick do not love dis same Freevill. _Mal._ Well? _Fra._ Nay, I do hate him. _Mal._ So. _Fra._ By this kiss I hate him. _Mal._ I love to feel such oaths; swear again. _Fra._ No, no. Did you ever hear of any that loved at the first sight? _Mal._ A thing most proper. _Fra._ Now fait, I judge it all incredible until this hour I saw you: pretty fair-eyed yout, would you enjoy me? 162 _Mal._ Rather than my breath, even as my being. _Fra._ Vel! had ick not made a vow---- _Mal._ What vow? _Fra._ O let me forget it; it makes us both despair! _Mal._ Dear soul, what vow? _Fra._ Ha, good morrow, gentle sir; endeavour to forget me, as I must be enforced to forget all men. Sweet mind rest in you. 170 _Mal._ Stay, let not thy desire burst me. O my impatient heat endures no resistance--no protraction! there is no being for me but your sudden enjoying. _Fra._ I do not love Freevill. _Mal._ But what vow? what vow?