EUBELLA

That was not wont to be a vice my Lord Or if it be too homely for the Court And out of fashion, with your highness pardon I shall be welcome with it, to the place I came from. My life but not my honour. But not all of valve, to Repurchase mine, when I have sold it to Your wantonness, remember sir how much, You may by one black deed, make forfeit of, Your precious eternity Warrant not so much ill by your example To those that live beneath you, if you suffer, That sordid vice reign in your blood, who shano't Be afraid to live with virtue You will be just To your own honour, and not give me cause To curse your entertainment Ill tell you more hereafter I do not Like the Court, and yet I have His royal word no force shall touch my chastity. Whither? Sir I dare not tell you What I would say, I would some other man Might plead your argument, I should be plain And bolder in my answer, in your person There's something makes me fearful to express What is behind, another in your name Would more encourage me to speak. Whither will these libidnous flames of men. Pursue poor virgins? does a general fever Possess their blood? who shall protect the chased? Enter Hip. Has the Duke pointed him to be his orator If they be worthy. D'ee know sir what you say? O do not use that modest name of love To apparel sin, I know you meant to tell me The Duke pursues me with hight lust. Whom? Withal the duty of a servant, If he bring virtuous thoughts along with him Fine painted blessings! And yet I think you would not give away Your right hand for all these, much less present A poniard to your heart and stab your self. And would you tempt me to do worse? To fell my honour basely for these vanities Mere trifles. What? You cannot be so ignorant as you seem Is chastity and innocence no treasure? Are holy thoughts and virgin purity Of so small valve? where is your religion? Were we created men and women to Have a command and empireore the creatures And shall we lose our privilege our charter And wilfully degrade our selves of reason And piety, to live Like beasts, nay be such? For what name else can we allow our selves? Hath it been held in every age a virtue Rather to suffer death then stain our honour? Does every sin stricke at the soul and wound it And shall not this, so foul as modesty Allows no name, affright us? can the Duke Whose wicked cause you plead, with justice punish Those by his laws that in this kind offend, And can he think me Innocent, or himself When he has played the foul adulterer? Princes are gods on earth and as their virtues Do shine more exemplary to the world So they stricke more immediately at heaven When they offend. I see you are a Gentleman he favours Be worthy of his trust, and counsel him To better ways, his shame is your dishonour; For every good man suffers with his prince: Put him in the memory of the holy vow, When he received his Scepter He promised then protection to the innocent; Tell him the punishment in store for lust This were and Angels office. If he have but the seeds of goodness in him Hee'll take it well I dare not. I never loved your vicious ways; I'll sooner meet with a disease, with death; You are ignoble, do you urge it as And argument of my respect to you To sin against my love? A tyrant might do any thing Enter Duke Father I fear this will be dangerous, good sir, Dear sir If this be your affair sir, tell the Duke Eubella is a rock. His mermaids cannot win me with their songs Nor all his tempests shake me Hippolito I now have argument to think you were Not born a Gentleman, something, here is witness I pity thee, this is no noble office Shall fear or flattery Corrupt a generous soul? I am a woman The weakest of a thousand yet I dare Give man example, rather to be sacrificed. Then betray virtues cause, we give our life To grow again, from our own funeral pile Like the Assyrian brid. But hath Hippolito no other meaning? I understand, and take some joy to hear this language My joy can wear no other livery Then tears, and confident all this is truth I cannot keep it in, you shall dispose Eubellas heart. Sir I beseech you. If he dare make me such there is no second My heart affects. Sir consider What duty can poor Eubella pay? Do what you please but if it be a business You may dispense with How soon? And all the blessings of it wait on you I shall express my duty sir, in all things Wilt please you sir. Hippolito. And is he slain? But once more let me kiss him. Pray give me leave Since he is dead to embalm him, had I di'ed Before him, hee'd would wept as much for me. I know you wood not led me to forget Hippolito so soon, I dare not think Of being a Bride again. Pray do not mock, if you knew how much, Delight heaven takes to hear you speak so well To the distressed Eubella.