Fer. She does deride me.
Jul. Thee and thy power, if one poor syllable
Could win me an assurance of thy favor,
I would not speak it, I desire to be
The great example of thy cruelty,
To whet which on, know Ferrand, I alone
Can make discovery, where my Virolet is,
Whose life, I know thou aim'st at, but if tortures
Compel me to't, may hope of heaven forsake me;
I dare thy worst.
Fer. Are we contemn'd?
Jul. Thou art,
Thou and thy Ministers, my life is thine;
But in the death[, the] victory shall be mine.
Pand. We have such a Mistriss here to teach us courage,
That cowards might learn from her.
Fer. You are slow; [Put on the rack.
Begin the Scene thou miserable fool,
For so I'll make thee.
Jul. 'Tis not in thy reach;
I am happy in my sufferings, thou most wretched.
Fer. So brave! I'll tame you yet, pluck hard villains;
Is she insensible? no sigh nor groan? or is she dead?
Jul. No tyrant, though I suffer
More than a woman, beyond flesh and blood;
'Tis in a cause so honourable, that I scorn
With any sign that may express a sorrow
To shew I do repent.
Fer. Confess yet,
And thou shalt be safe.