Since thou’st deny’d my just Pretensions to thee,
No less than what I told you of shall satisfy me.
Lau. Oh, where is all your Honour and your Virtue?
Fred. Just where it was, there’s no such real thing.
I know that thou wert made to be possest,
And he that does refuse it, loves thee least.
—There’s danger in my Love, and your Delay,
And you are most secure whilst you obey. He pulls her gently.
Lau. Then this shall be my safety, hold off, She draws a Dagger.
Or I’ll forget you are my Prince. He laughs.