But at thy Feet I laid
Those Arms which conquer’d heretofore,
Tho now thy Trophies made.
Thy Eyes in silence told their Tale
Of Love in such a way,
That ’twas as easy to prevail,
As after to betray. [She comes forth, weeps.
Hip. My Grief’s too great to be diverted this way. [Pointing to Antonio.
Why should this Villain sleep, this treacherous Man—
Who has for ever robb’d me of my rest?