Though never yet before in life you trembled!
Soemus.
(approaching her). I feel your smart as you do.
Mar.
Keep your pity,
I’ll rob you not! You axe no butcher’s boor,
I dare not doubt it, you have given me proof!
But that has turned you traitor, and to traitors
I give no thanks nor bear them round my person
Whatever use they may be in this world.