Emp. I dare not do it here, rise fair Lucina,
I did but try your temper, ye are honest,
And with the commendations wait on that
I'le lead ye to your Lord, and give you to him:
Wipe your fair eyes: he that endeavours ill,
May well delay, but never quench his hell.— [Exeunt.
[Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.]
Enter Chilax, Licinius, Proculus, and Balbus.
Chil. 'Tis done Licinius.
Lici. How?
Chil. I shame to tell it,
If there be any justice, we are Villains,
And must be so rewarded.
Bal. If it be done,
I take it 'tis no time now to repent it,
Let's make the best o'th' trade.
Pro. Now vengeance take it,
Why should not he have setled on a beauty,
Whose honesty stuck in a piece of tissue,
Or one a Ring might rule, or such a one
That had an itching husband to be honourable,
And ground to get it: if he must have women,
And no allay without 'em, why not those
That know the misery, and are best able
To play a game with judgement? such as she is,
Grant they be won with long siege, endless travel,
And brought to opportunity with millions,
Yet when they come to motion, their cold vertue
Keeps 'em like cakes of Ice; I'le melt a Crystal,
And make a dead flint fire himself, e're they
Give greater heat, than new departing embers
Give to old men that watch 'em.
Lici. A good Whore
Had sav'd all this, and happily as wholsom,
I, and the thing once done too, as well thought of,
But this same chastity forsooth.