Ars. I have lost my jewels too: but that's the least:
The barbarous Rascals, against all humanity,
Or sense of pity, have kill'd my little Dog,
And broke my Monkeys Chain.
Eros. They rifled me:
But that I could endure, would they proceed no further.
Ars. O my Sister!
Eros. My Queen, my Mistress!
Ars. Can you stand unmov'd
When the Earth-quake of Rebellion shakes the City,