Mar. Oh do not say thou art,
Nor take me from a Calmness, that may spare thee.
Silv. Not say I am belov’d! thou canst not hire me
With Life or fuller Joy, to say I am not.
If there be Truth and Love in Innocence, she loves me.
Mar. Yet, yet, ye Gods, I can endure—say, but thou art not,
For I would yet preserve thee.
Silv. Oh, canst thou wish that I should fall so low,
To save my Life with Lyes; the poorest Sin of all the number?
Mar. Then once again thou hast debauch’d my Pity. [[Takes to his Sword.]