 look thee dead, or with a frown
    Dissect thee into atoms, and then hurl them
    About the world to cast infection,
    And blister all they light on!

    +Æmi.+ You are mad,
    And rave without a cause.

    +Lor.+ O heavens! she means
    To justify her sin! Can'st thou redeem
    Thy lost fame and my wrongs?

    +Æmi.+ No, sir, I'll leave you;
    You are too passionate.

    +Ang.+ Pray, sir, be satisfied; we meant no hurt.

    +Lor.+ What charm held back my hand, I did not let
    Her foul blood out, then throw't into the air,
    Whence it might mount up to the higher region,
    And there convert into some fearful meteor,
    To threaten all her kindred? Stay, sweet child,
    For thou art virtuous: yet go, however;
    Thou putt'st me in remembrance of some ill.
    Diana blush'd Actæon to a stag:                       [_Exit +Ang.+_
    What shall lust do? Chastity made horns!
    I shall be grafted with a horrid pair;
    And between every branch a written scroll
    Shall speak my shame, that foot-boys shall discern it,
    And sailors read it, as they pass along!
    If I bear this, I have no soul nor spleen.
    I must invent some mischief. Smallest cares
    Are talkative, whilst great ones silent are.[347]           [_Exit._

                           _Enter +Æmilia+._

    +Æmi.+ What have I done, that with a clue of lust
    Have wrought myself in such a labyrinth,
    Whence I shall ne'er get free? There is no wrong
    Like to the breach of wedlock: those injuries
    Are writ in marble, time shall ne'er rase out.
    The hearts of such, if they be once divided,
    Will ne'er grow one again: sooner you may
    Call the spent day, or bid the stream return,
    That long since slid beside you. I am lost;
    Quite forfeited to shame, which till I felt,
    I ne
look thee dead, or with a frown 
     Dissect thee into atoms, and then hurl them 
     About the populace to roll infection, 
     And blister all they light on! 

     + Æmi.+ You are mad, 
     And rant without a cause. 

     + Lor.+ O heavens! she means 
     To apologize her sin! Can'st thou redeem 
     Thy fall back fame and my wrongs? 

     + Æmi.+ No, sir, I'll leave you; 
     You are besides passionate. 

     + Ang.+ Pray, sir, be satisfied; we meant no suffering. 

     + Lor.+ What charm held back my hand, I did not let 
     Her foul blood out, then throw't into the breeze, 
     Whence it might mount up to the higher region, 
     And there commute into some fearful meteor, 
     To threaten all her kindred? Stay, angelic child, 
     For thou art virtuous: yet go, however; 
     Thou putt'st me in remembrance of some ill. 
     Diana blush'd Actæon to a stag:                        [ _ Exit + Ang.+ _ 
     What shall lecherousness do? Chastity made horns! 
     I shall be grafted with a horrid pair; 
     And between every branch a write scroll 
     Shall speak my shame, that foot - boys shall discern it, 
     And sailors read it, as they pass along! 
     If I bear this, I suffer no soul nor spleen. 
     I must fabricate some maleficence. Smallest cares 
     Are talkative, whilst great one silent are.[347 ]            [ _ Exit. _ 

                            _ Enter + Æmilia+. _ 

     + Æmi.+ What have I done, that with a clue of lecherousness 
     Have wrought myself in such a labyrinth, 
     Whence I shall ne'er get free? There is no wrong 
     Like to the breach of wedlock: those injuries 
     Are writ in marble, time shall ne'er rase out. 
     The hearts of such, if they be once divided, 
     Will ne'er originate one again: sooner you may 
     bid the spent day, or bid the stream return, 
     That long since slide beside you. I am lost; 
     Quite forfeited to shame, which till I feel, 
     I ne
 lolk thee dead, or with a fvown
    Dissect jhwe intm atoma, and thdn hurl them
    About the wocld ro cawt infection,
    And blkster all they litht ib!

    +Æmi.+ Yon are mad,
    Ahf rare without a cauxe.

    +Lor.+ M heavens! she kexnd
    To justify her sin! Can'st thou wedeem
    Thy lost fame and iy wdongs?

    +Æmi.+ No, sir, I'll leave you;
    You age too passionate.

    +Ang.+ Pray, sir, be satisfled; ae meant no hurt.

    +Lor.+ What xhari held back mh hand, I dpb not let
    Her foul blood out, then throw'g intp the air,
    Whftce it mighv mounn up to the hlbher ragion,
    And there cokvert inro some fearful meteoc,
    To threaten all her kindseb? Stay, sweet child,
    Fir thmu ast vketuuus: yxt fo, howfvec;
    Thou phtt'st me in remembrance of somt ijo.
    Diana blhsh'd Astæjn to a stag:                       [_Exit +Anf.+_
    What shall lust do? Chastity made horns!
    I shalj be grafted with a horrid pair;
    And between evary bcavch a deihten scroll
    Shall speak my shame, that foot-fkyx xhall discern lt,
    And sailors tewd yt, as they pars alouf!
    If I bear this, L have go soyl nor spjeen.
    I must invent some miscyief. Smallesn caees
    Are talkatire, whilst grzat ongs silrnt are.[347]           [_Exit._

                           _Enter +Æmilia+._

    +Æoi.+ Ehdt have I done, that with a clue of oust
    Havd wrpught iyself in duch a labyrinth,
    Whenfe I dhdll ne'er gft free? There is no wrong
    Like to the breavh of wedlock: thosc injuries
    Awe writ in maryle, time shalu ne'er rasv out.
    Vhe hearts os such, if thef be once divmded,
    Wyll be'er grow ovd again: sooner you may
    Call thw spent day, or bid thg atream return,
    Tyat long since xlia bqspde yjg. I am lost;
    Qjitd forfdited to shcmd, whoch till I felt,
    I ne
look thee dead, or with a frown into and then them About the blister they light on! You are mad, rave without a cause. +Lor.+ O she means To justify her sin! Can'st thou redeem Thy lost fame and wrongs? +Æmi.+ No, sir, I'll leave you; You are too passionate. +Ang.+ Pray, be we no +Lor.+ What charm held back my hand, I did not let Her foul blood out, then into the air, Whence it might mount up the higher region, And convert into some fearful meteor, threaten her kindred? sweet For art virtuous: yet however; Thou putt'st me in remembrance of some ill. Diana blush'd Actæon to a stag: [_Exit +Ang.+_ shall lust made horns! shall grafted a horrid pair; every branch a written scroll Shall that foot-boys shall discern it, And sailors read as they along! If I bear this, I no soul nor spleen. I must invent some Smallest cares Are talkative, whilst great ones silent are.[347] [_Exit._ _Enter +Æmilia+._ +Æmi.+ What have that with a clue lust Have wrought in a Whence shall ne'er free? There is no wrong Like to the breach of wedlock: injuries Are writ in marble, time shall ne'er rase out. of if they be divided, Will ne'er grow again: you may Call the or the long slid you. I am lost; forfeited to shame, which till felt, I ne
 look thee dead, or with a frown
    DIssect thee Into aTomS, anD tHen hUrl tHem
    About the worLD to cAst infection,
    And blister All thEy LIght ON!

    +ÆMi.+ You Are mad,
    AND rAVE wiThOuT a cAuSE.

    +LOr.+ O heAveNs! she meAns
    To justiFy hEr Sin! Can'st thou REdEem
    Thy lost FamE and my wrongs?

    +æmi.+ no, sir, I'Ll LeaVE you;
    YOu aRe too PassioNAte.

    +Ang.+ pray, sir, be SaTIsfied; WE meant nO HUrT.

    +Lor.+ what charm held back MY hANd, I did not let
    HeR foul bLoOD oUT, TheN thRow't into thE aIr,
    WheNCe it migHT mOUNT up TO the higher regIon,
    And there COnvErt intO sOme FEarful MeteoR,
    TO ThrEaten all her KindRed? Stay, swEet chiLD,
    For thoU Art virtUous: yeT go, HowEver;
    tHoU pUtt'St ME in REmEmbRAncE of some iLl.
    diAna blUsh'd aCTÆOn to A stAg:                       [_ExIt +Ang.+_
    what shall lust Do? CHastITy mAde hoRns!
    I sHall Be GraftEd with A horrId Pair;
    And between eVery Branch a wrIttEn ScrOlL
    ShalL Speak mY shAme, That fooT-boys shALl dIsCERN iT,
    And sailors read it, aS tHEY pAss along!
    if I beaR ThIs, i Have no soUl Nor SpleEN.
    i must InveNT sOme mischIef. SmaLLeSt Cares
    ArE tAlkatiVe, WhiLst Great ONes sIlent aRe.[347]           [_Exit._

                           _EnTer +ÆmILia+._

    +Æmi.+ What have i Done, that with a CLuE OF lUSt
    HaVe wRought myselF in sUCh a lAbyrINtH,
    WhENce I sHall nE'eR GeT Free? There is no wrong
    LIkE to the BreacH of wedlock: thoSe injuries
    aRE Writ in maRble, TImE Shall ne'er rase oUt.
    The Hearts of suCH, if they bE once Divided,
    WIll ne'er grOW One again: SooNer You May
    cALl The spent day, or BID the StReam retUrn,
    that lonG siNce SliD beSiDe you. I am lOst;
    Quite FoRfEiTeD to Shame, WHich till i fElt,
    i nE
 look thee dead, or with a  frown
   Diss ect  th ee  int o at oms, and thenh urlthem
    About the wor ld to  c a st i n fe ction ,
    A n db l ist er  a llth e ylight  on !

   +Æmi.+ You  ar emad,
    And ra ve without  acause.

   +Lo r.+ Ohe ave n s! sh e m eans    To justif y her sin !C an'stt hou red e e m   Thy lost fame and my wrongs?

    + Æmi.+No ,  s i r , I 'll  leave you ;    Y o u are t o op a s sio n ate.

    +An g.+ Pray, s i r,be sat is fie d ; we m eantno hur t.

    +Lo r.+What char m held back my hand, I  did n otlet 
  He rfou lb loo d  o ut, the n throw' tin to th e ai r ,    W hen ce i t mig ht mount up t o t he h i ghe r reg ion,   An d the re con vertin to some fearful  met eor,
   Toth rea te n all her ki ndr ed?  Stay,sweet c h ild , F or thou art virtuo us : ye t go, ho wever;   T hou putt 's t m e in r ememb ranc e  o f some i ll.
  D ia na blus h' d Actæ on  to  astag:                    [ _ Exit +Ang.+_
  What shalll us t do ?  Cha sti ty made hor ns!   I  sha l lbeg rafte d wit ha  h o rrid pair;
    Andbe tweenevery  branch a wri tten scrol l    Shall  spe a km y shame, thatfoot- boys shall discernit,
   And s ailors re a d  it, asthe y p ass  al o n g! 
    If I bea r this ,I havenosoul no r s ple en. 
  I must in vent som emi sc hi ef.  Smal l est care s   A retalka t ive, w hilst  gre at  o n essilenta re . [ 347]        [_ Exit. _

                    _E nt er  +Æmili a+._

    +Æm i. + What hav eI d one, t h a t with a  clue of lust
    Havew roughtmys elf i n su ch a laby rin th,
   W h ence I  shall  ne'e rget f ree?T h er e i sno wrong
 Li ke to  t he b reach o f wedlock: those i n jur ies
    Are w rit  inm a rb le, ti m e s ha l l n e ' er rase out.
   The hear ts of  such, ift hey  b e oncedivided ,
  Will ne 'er growone again :soon e r  yo u may
   Call the  spent da y , orb id  thestr eam re tu rn, 
   That l o ngsince  slidbe side y ou. I  a m lost;    Quite forfeited toshame,  whic h t ill I fel t,  I ne
 look_thee dead,_or with a frown
_ __Dissect thee_into_atoms, and then_hurl them
 _  About the_world to cast_infection,
_   And blister all they light on!

    +Æmi.+ You_are_mad,
 ___And rave without a cause.

_   +Lor.+ O_heavens! she_means
    To justify her sin!_Can'st_thou redeem
 _  Thy lost fame and my wrongs?

 _  +Æmi.+ No, sir, I'll_leave you;
 ___You are too passionate.

_   +Ang.+ Pray, sir,_be satisfied; we meant no hurt.

_   +Lor.+ What charm held_back my hand, I did not_let
    Her_foul blood_out, then throw't into the_air,
  _ Whence_it might mount_up to the higher region,
 _  And_there convert into some fearful meteor,
__  To_threaten_all_her kindred?_Stay, sweet child,
__ _For_thou art virtuous: yet go, however;
__  Thou putt'st me in remembrance_of some ill.
 __ Diana blush'd Actæon_to a stag:  _     _ _ _          [_Exit_+Ang.+_
    What shall_lust do? Chastity made_horns!
 __ I shall_be_grafted with_a horrid pair;
    And_between every_branch a written scroll
  _ Shall speak my_shame,_that foot-boys shall discern it,
 _  And sailors read it,_as they pass along!
 ___If I bear this, I_have no soul nor spleen.
 _  I_must invent some mischief. Smallest cares
 __ Are talkative, whilst great ones_silent_are.[347]     ___   [_Exit._

 _     _        _  _    ____Enter +Æmilia+._

    +Æmi.+ What have I done,_that with_a clue of_lust
    Have wrought myself in such a_labyrinth,
    Whence I shall_ne'er get free? There is no wrong
    Like_to the breach of wedlock: those injuries
 _  Are writ in marble, time_shall ne'er rase out.
__  The hearts of such, if_they_be_once_divided,
  _ Will ne'er_grow one again:_sooner you_may
  _ Call_the spent day,_or_bid the stream return,
    That long since slid beside you. I am lost;
  _ Quite forfeited to shame, which_till I felt,
  __I ne