Clarin. You are the strangest Lady
To have these doubts of me; how have I liv'd, Madam?
And which of all my careful services deserves these shames?
Cal. Leave facing, 'twill not serve ye,
This impudence becomes thee worse than lying.
I thought ye had liv'd well, and I was proud of't;
But you are pleas'd to abuse my thoughts; who was't?
Honest repentance yet will make the fault less.
Clarin. Do ye compel me? do you stand so strict too?
Nay, then have at ye; I shall rub that sore, Madam,
(Since ye provoke me) will but vex your Ladyship;
Let me alone.
Cal. I will know.
Clarin. For your own peace,
The peace of your own conscience ask no farther;
Walk in, and let me alone.
Cal. No, I will know all.
Clar. Why, then I'le tell ye, 'twas a man I lay with,
Never admire, 'tis easie to be done, Madam,
And usual too, a proper man I lay with;
Why should you vex at that? young as Lisander,
And able too; I grudge not at your pleasure,
Why should you stir at mine? I steal none from ye.
Cal. And dost thou glory in this sin?
Cla. I am glad on't, to glory in't is for a mighty Lady
That may command.
Cal. Why didst thou name Lisander?