Never—all shames that can afflict me fall
Upon me if I ever wrong'd you;
Orl. Didst thou not confess it;
La. 'Twas to save your blood from shedding, that has
Turn'd my brothers edge;
He that beholds our thoughts as plainely as
Our faces, knowes it, I did never hurt
My honesty but by accusing it.
Orl. Womens consents are sooner credited
Than their denials: and I'll never trust
Her body that prefers any defence
Before the safety of her honor—here
Enter Servant.
Show forth that stranger—give me not a word.
Thou seest a danger readie to be tempted.
La. Cast that upon me rather than my shame,
And as I am now dying I will vow
That I am honest.
Orl. Put her out of dores; but that I fear my land
May go again to Montague, I would kill thee, I am loth,
To make a beggar of him that way; or else—
Go now you have the liberty of flesh,
And you may put it to a double use,
One for your pleasure, th'other to maintain
Your wellbeloved, he will want. [Exit Lady.
In such a charitable exercise
The virtue will excuse you for the vice. [Exit Orleans.
Enter Amiens drawn, Montague, Veramor meeting.
Mont. What means your Lordship?