Leo. My Lords, ’twas I.
Lis. Let not this honourable Court be swaid
By false suggestions; that the fault was mine,
Appeares as manifest as mid-dayes Sunne,
’Twas I that first attempted, su’d, and prai’d,
Vs’d all the subtile engins Art could inuent,
Or Nature yeeld, to force affection,
Onely to gaine the royall Princesse loue;
For what can Women aboue weakenesse act?
Or, what Fort’s so strong, but yeelds at length