Brun. I charge you hear her not.
Memb. Hell cannot stop just prayers from ent'ring heaven,
I must and will be heard Sir; but remember
That he that by her plot fell, was your brother,
And the place where, your Palace, against all
Th' inviolable rites of hospitality,
Your word, a Kings word, given up for his safety,
His innocence, his protection, and the gods
Bound to revenge the impious breach of such
So great and sacred bonds; and can you wonder,
(That in not punishing such a horrid murther
You did it) that heavens favour is gone from you?
Which never will return, until his bloud
Be wash'd away in hers.
Brun. Drag hence the wretch.
Thier. Forbear, with what variety
Of torments do I meet! oh thou hast open'd
A Book, in which writ down in bloudy Letters,
My conscience finds that I am worthy of
More than I undergoe, but I'll begin
For my Ordella's sake, and for thine own
To make less heavens great anger: thou hast lost
A father, I to thee am so; the hope
Of a good Husband, in me have one; nor
Be fearful I am still no man, already
That weakness is gone from me.
Brun. That it might [Aside.
Have ever grown inseparably upon thee,
What will you do? Is such a thing as this
Worthy the lov'd Ordella's place, the daughter
Of a poor Gardener?
Memb. Your Son.
Thier. The power
To take away that lowness is in me.
Brun. Stay yet, for rather than [that] thou shalt add
Incest unto thy other sins, I will
With hazard of my own life, utter all,
Theodoret was thy Brother.
Thier. You deny'd it
Upon your oath, nor will I now believe you,
Your Protean turnings cannot change my purpose.
Memb. And for me, be assur'd the means to be
Reveng'd on thee, vile hag, admits no thought,
But what tends to it.