From red to pale, and then to red againe,
As if disdaine and rage had faintly stroue
In her confused brest for victorie.
At length, hauing recal’d her spirits,
She broke forth into these words; What, wilt thou
Conspire with youth and frailtie, to inforce
The rule of my affection ’gainst my will?
Tho’ my body be confin’d his prisoner,
Yet my mind is free. With that, shee charg’d mee
That I neuer should hereafter vrge your suit;