Betrayed me into rudeness, why convey
To her each idle word that leaves my lips?
This is indeed too galling a revenge!
Yet, if henceforth, you will interpret better----
DAJA.
I question if these little stings, Sir Knight,
Were so shot forth as to have done you wrong.
RECHA.
How! you had cares, and were more covetous
Of them than of your life.