La. You amaze me, by whom?
Ha. By me, I am the vile profaner.
La. Why do you speak thus indiscreetly, Sir?
You ever honour'd her.
Ha. I did [a]live,
But since she died, I ha been a villain to her.
La. I do beseech you say not so; all this
Is but to make me know how much I sinn'd
In forcing her to marry.
Ha. Do not mock me,
I charge you by the Virgin you have wept for;
For I have done an impious act against her,
A deed able to fright her from her sleep,
And through her marble, ought to be reveng'd;
A wickedness, that if I should be silent,
You as a witness must accuse me for't.
La. Was I a witness?
Ha. Yes, you knew I lov'd
Maria once; or grant, you did but think so,
By what I ha profest, or she has told you,
Was't not a fault unpardonable in me,
When I should drop my tears upon her grave,
Yes, and proof sufficient.
La. To what?
Ha. That I, forgetful of my fame and vows
To fair Maria, e'r the worm could pierce
Her tender shroud, had chang'd her for another;
Did you not blush to see me turn a rebel?
So soon to court a shadow, a strange thing,
Without a name? Did you not curse my levity,
Or think upon her death with the less sorrow
That she had scap'd a punishment more killing,
Oh how I shame to think on't.