Three full parts of his language.
Sep. Your Honour's bitter,
Confound me, where I love I cannot say it,
But I must swear't: yet such is my ill fortune,
Nor vows, nor protestations win belief,
I think, and (I can find no other reason)
Because I am a Roman.
Ach. No Septimius,
To be a Roman were an honour to you,
Did not your manners, and your life take from it,