Something within, so strangely kind to her,
That I’m resolv’d to give her one proof more,
Of what I have vow’d her often; yes, I’ll kill her—
Franc. How, kill her, Sir? Gods, what have I done! [Aside.
Silv. Yes, can I let her live, and say I lov’d her?
No, she shall tempt no more vain yielding Men.
Franc. Consider, Sir, it is to save your Life she does it.
Silv. My Life!
’Twere better she and I were buried
Quick in one Grave, than she should fall to this,