Orian. I dare not buy my life so.
Arri. Come, ye must resolve, say yea or no.
Orian. Then no; nay, look not ruggedly upon me, I am made up too strong to fear such looks: Come, do your Butchers part: before I would wish life, with the dear loss of honour, I dare find means to free my self.
Arr. Speak, will ye yield?
Orian. Villain, I will not; Murtherer, do thy worst, thy base unnoble thoughts dare prompt thee to; I am above thee slave.
Arri. Wilt thou not be drawn to yield by fair perswasions?
Orian. No, nor by—
Arri. Peace, know your doom then; your Ladyship must remember, you are not now at home, where you dare [jeast at] all that come about you: but you are fallen under my mercy, which shall be but small; if thou refuse to yield: hear what I have sworn unto my self; I will enjoy thee, though it be between the parting of thy soul and body; yield yet and live.
Orian. I'll guard the one, let Heaven guard the other.