Phil. You shall make me so
If you'll but think me such.
Theo. I do: then know
You are deceiv'd with whom you have talk'd so long.
I am a most unfortunate lost woman.
Phil. Ha?
Theo. Do not stir Sir: I have here a Sword.
Phil. Not I sweet Lady: of what blood, or name.
Theo. You'll keep your faith.
Phil. I'll perish else.
Theo. Believe then
Of birth too noble for me, so descended—I
am asham'd, no less than I am affrighted.
Phil. Fear not: by all good things, I will not wrong you.
Theo. I am the Daughter of a noble Gentleman
Born in this part of Spain: my fathers name Sir:
But why should I abuse that reverence
When a childs duty has forsaken me.