Tamyra. O, my deare servant, in thy close embraces
I have set open all the dores of danger
To my encompast honour, and my life:5
Before I was secure against death and hell;
But now am subject to the heartlesse feare
Of every shadow, and of every breath,
And would change firmnesse with an aspen leafe:
So confident a spotlesse conscience is,10
So weake a guilty. O, the dangerous siege
Sinne layes about us, and the tyrannie