Xim. What would you more?
Vera. [To her.] Are you the mediatrix of this peace?
Xim. It well becomes the softness of my sex
To mediate for sweet peace, the best of blessings;
And, like a Sabine wife, to run betwixt
Relations' lifted swords.
Ver. A rare chaste Sabine, you!
To save the adulterer of thy husband's bed.
See there, Alphonso's father, that old goat,
Who on two sisters propagated lust,