[274] Ed. 1613 "tending." SCENE III. _The balcony of_ ISABELLA'S _house at Pavia_. _Enter_ ISABELLA _raving,[275] and_ ANNA. _Isa._ Out, screech-owl, messenger of my revenge's death! Thou dost belie Gniaca; 'tis not so. _Ann._ Upon mine honesty, they are united. _Isa._ Thy honesty?--thou vassal to my pleasure, Take that! [_Strikes her._ Darest thou control me when I say no? Art not my footstool--did not I create thee, And made thee gentle, being born a beggar? Thou hast been my woman's pander for a crown, And dost thou stand upon thy honesty? 10 _Ann._ I am what you please, madam; yet 'tis so. _Isa._ Slave, I will slit thy tongue, 'less thou say no! _Ann._ No, no, no, madam. _Isa._ I have my humour, though thy[276] _no_ be false. Faint-hearted coward, get thee from my sight! When,[277] villain? Haste, and come not near me. _Ann._ Madam, I run;--her sight like death doth fear me. [_Exit._ _Isa._ Perfidious cowards, stain of nobility! Venetians, and be reconciled with words! O that I had Gniaca once more here, 20 Within this prison made of flesh and bone, I'd not trust thunder with my fell revenge, But mine own hands should do the dire exploit, And fame should chronicle a woman's acts! My rage respects the persons, not the facts: Their place and worths hath power to defame me; Mean hate is stingless, and does only name me: I not regard it. 'Tis high blood that swells, Give me revenge, and damn me into hells! _Enter_ DON SAGO, _a Coronel,_[278] _with a band of_ Soldiers _and a_ Lieutenant. A gallant Spaniard, I will hear him speak; 30 Grief must be speechless, ere the heart can break! _Sago._ Lieutenant, let good discipline be used In quart'ring of our troops within the city-- Not separated into many streets. That shows weak love, but not sound policy: Division in small numbers makes all weak; Forces united are the nerves of war. Mother and nurse of observation-- Whose rare ingenious sprite fills all the world, By looking on itself with piercing eyes-- 40 Will look through strangers' imbecilities. Therefore be careful. _Lie._ All shall be order'd fitting your command, For these three gifts which makes a soldier rare, Is love and duty with a valiant care. [_Exeunt_ Lieutenant _and_ Soldiers. _Sago._ What rarity[279] of women feeds my sight, And leads my senses in a maze of wonder? [_Sees_ ISABELLA.