Mar. I told you still: but you were so incredulous.
See, there they kiss.
Gab. Adders be your embraces.
The poison of a rotten heart, oh Hellen!
Blast thee as I have been; just such a flattery,
With that same cunning face, that smile upon't,
Oh mark it Marie, mark it seriously,
That Master smile caught me.
Mar. There's the old Duke, and
Marine her Father.
Gab. Oh!
Mar. There Longaville—
The Ladies now.
Gab. Oh, [I] am murder'd, Marie.
Beast, most inconstant beast.
Mar. There.
Gab. There I am not;
No more I am not there: Hear me, oh Heaven!
And all you powers of Justice bow down to me;
But you of pity dye. I am abus'd,
She that depended on your Providence,
She is abus'd: your honor is abus'd.
That noble piece ye made, and call'd it man,
Is turn'd to Devil: all the world's abus'd:
Give me a womans Will, provok'd to mischief,
A two-edg'd heart; my suffering thoughts to wild-fires,
And my embraces to a timeless grave turn.
Mar. Here I'll step in, for 'tis an act of merit.
Gab. I am too big to utter more.