Margaret: Though you could dispense
With your own honor, cast aside religion,
The hopes of Heaven, or fear of hell, excuse me,
In worldly policy this is not the way
To make me his wife; his whore, I grant it may do.
My maiden honor so soon yielded up,
Nay, prostituted, cannot but assure him
I, that am light to him, will not hold weight
Whene’er tempted by others; so, in judgment,
When to his lust I have given up my honor,