And lay my Anger by, I find that Sin
Which I would punish in Antonio’s Soul,
Lie nourish’d up in mine without Controul.
To fair Clarinda such a Siege I lay,
As did that Traitor to Hippolyta;
Only Hippolyta a Brother has,
Clarinda, none to punish her Disgrace:
And ’tis more Glory the defenc’d to win,
Than ’tis to take unguarded Virtue in.
I either must my shameful Love resign,