PAULINA

What is't? Which shall reach thee Though I were in the Centre. This is wondrous strange Whence flows this alteration? You are grown Satirical Against our sex, why sir I durst produce My self in our defence, and from you challenge A testimony not to be denied, All fallen not under this unequal censure, I that have stood your flatteries, your threats Boar up against your fierce temptations; scorned The cruel means you practised to supplant me, Having no arms to help me, to hold out But love of piety, and constant goodness, If you are unconfirmed, dare again boldly Enter into the lists, and combat with All opposites men malice can bring forth To shake me in my chastetie built upon The rock of my religion. I would see this wonder; 'Tis sir my first petition. Wh n do I look on? My brother? 'tis he! but no more my tongue, Thou wilt betray all. He is undone else. How bravely That virtuous anger shows! Hold out now And then thou art victorious. Farther off, And in that distance know your duties too. You were bestowed on me as slaves to serve me And not as spies to pry into my actions, And after to betray me. You shall find If any look of mine be unobserved, I am not ignorant of a mistress power, And from whom I receive it. 'Tis a true story of my Fortune's, father, My chastity preserved by miracle, Or your devotions for me; and believe it, What outward pride so ere I counterfeit, Or state to these appointed to attend me, I am not in my disposition altered, But still your humble daughter and share with you In my poor brother's sufferings, all bells torments Revenge it on accursed Grimaldies soul That in his rape of me gave a beginning To all the Misery's that since have followed Be charitable, and forgive him gentle daughter; He's a changed man, and may redeem his fault In his fair life hereafter. You must bear too Your forced captivity (for 'tis no better, Though you wear golden fetters) and of him, Whom death affrights not, learn to hold out nobly. You are still the same good counsellor. Would, would, would. Who can hold her spleen, When such ridiculous follies are presented, The Scene too made religion: Oh my Lord, How from one cause two contrary effects Spring up upon the sudden. That which hath foolde her in her death, Wins me, That hitherto have bard my self from plea sure, To live in all delight. I now will run as fiercely to your arms As ever longing woman did, born high On the swift wings of appetite. Nay more, for there shall be no ods betwixt us, I will turn Turk. Serious? but satisfy me in a suit That to the world may witness that I have Some power upon you, and to morrow challenge What ever's in my gift, for I will be At your dispose. But twelve short hours reprieve for this base couple. That I may Have time to triumph over this wretched woman: I'll be my self her guardian. I will feast, Adorned in her choice and richest Jewels, Commit him to what guards you please. Grant this, I am no more mine own, but yours. I do contemn him. Thou shalt not go in liberty to thy graven, For one night a Sultana is my slave. Fit Madam, it is fit that I attend you; And pardon, I beseech you, my rude language, To which the sooner you will be invited, When you shall understand, no way was left me To free you from a present execution, But by my personating that, which never My nature was acquainted with. You will when you shall understand, I may Receive the honour to be known unto you By a nearer name. And not to wrack you further, The man you please to favour is my brother, No Merchant, Madam, but a Gentleman Of the best rank in Venice. I have A present means, not plotted by my self, But a religious man, my confessor, That may preserve all, if we had a servant Whose faith we might rely on. Troth these tears I think cannot be counterfeit, I believe her, And if you please will try her. This only then, canst thou use means to carry This bakemeate to Vitelli? About it then, say that it was sent to him From his Donusa, bid him search the amid of't He there shall find a cordial. You cannot eat. I am glad To hear this from you. As for you Carazie, If your intents do prosper, make choice whither You'll steal away with your two Mistress's Or take your fortune. I wait you Madame, Were but my brother off, by the command Of the doting Viceroy there's no guard dare stay me. And I will safely bring you to the place Where we must expect him. I despise thy flatteries Thus spit at'em, and scorn they, and being armed In the assurance of my innocent virtue I stamp upon all doubts, all fears, all tortures Thy barbarous cruelty, or what's worse, thy dotage (The worthy parent of thy jealousy) Can shower upon me. Thou art false, Falser then thy religion. Do but think me Something above a beast; nay more, a monster, Would fright the Sun to look on, and then tell me If this base usage, can invite affection? If to be mewde up, and excluded from Humane society; the use of pleasures; The necessary, not superfluous duties Of servants to discharge those offices, I blush to name. My hangman when thou pleasest.