_Who loves Isabella the Insatiate,_ _Needs Atlas' back for to content her lust,_ _That wand'ring strumpet, and chaste wedlock's hate,_ _That renders truth deceit for loyal trust;_ _That sacrilegious thief to Hymen's rites,_ _Making her lust her god, heaven her delights!_ Swell not, proud heart, I'll quench thy grief in blood; Desire in woman cannot be withstood. _Gni._ I'll be thy champion, sweet, 'gainst all the world; 20 Name but the villain that defames thee thus. _Isa._ Dare thy hand execute whom my tongue condemns, Then art thou truly valiant, mine for ever; But if thou faint'st, hate must our true lover sever. _Gni._ By my dead father's soul, my mother's virtues, And by my knighthood and gentility, I'll be revenged On all the authors of your obloquy! Name him. _Isa._ Massino.[271] 30 _Gni._ Ha! _Isa._ What! does his name affright thee, coward lord! Be mad, Isabella! curse on thy revenge! This lord was knighted for his father's worth, Not for his own. Farewell, thou perjured man! I'll leave you all; You all conspire to work mine honour's fall. _Gni._ Stay, my Isabella; were he my father's son, Composed of me, he dies! Delight still keep with thee. Go in. _Isa._ Thou art just; 40 Revenge to me is sweeter now than lust. [_Exit_ ISABELLA. _Enter_ MASSINO;[272] _they see one another and draw and make a pass; then enter_ ANNA. _Ann._ What mean you, nobles? Will you kill each other? _Ambo._ Hold! _Mass._ Thou shame to friendship, what intends thy hate? _Gni._ Love arms my hand, makes my soul valiant! Isabella's wrongs now sit upon my sword, To fall more heavy to thy coward's head Than thunderbolts upon Jove's rifted oaks. Deny thy scandal, or defend thy life. _Mass._ What?--hath thy faith and reason left thee both, 50 That thou art only flesh without a soul? Hast thou no feeling of thyself and me? Blind rage, that will not let thee see thyself! _Gni._ I come not to dispute but execute: And thus comes death! [_Another pass._ _Mass._ And thus I break thy dart. Here's at thy whore's face! _Gni._ 'Tis miss'd. Here's at thy heart! Stay, let us breathe. _Mass._ Let reason govern rage yet, let us leave; Although most wrong be mine, I can forgive. In this attempt thy shame will ever live. 60 _Gni._ Thou hast wrong'd the Phoenix of all women rarest-- She that's most wise, most loving, chaste, and fairest.