Phi. This Lady? I will sooner trust the wind
With Feathers, or the troubled Sea with Pearl,
Than her with any thing; believe her not!
Why think you, if I did believe her words;
I would outlive 'em: honour cannot take
Revenge on you, then what were to be known
But death?
King. Forget her Sir, since all is knit
Between us: but I must request of you
One favour, and will sadly be denied.
Phi. Command what ere it be.
King. Swear to be true to what you promise.
Phi. By the powers above, Let it not be the death of her or him, And it is granted.
King. Bear away the boy
To Torture, I will have her clear'd or buried.
Phi. O let me call my words back, worthy Sir,
Ask something else, bury my life and right
In one poor grave, but do not take away my
life and fame at once.
King. Away with him, it stands irrevocable.
Phi. Turn all your eyes on me, here stands a man
The falsest and the basest of this world:
Set swords against this breast some honest man,
For I have liv'd till I am pitied,
My former deeds are hateful, but this last
Is pitifull, for I unwillingly
Have given the dear preserver of my life
[Offers to kill himself.]
Unto his Torture: is it in the power
Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live?