Leo. Do not sigh, or tell me why you sigh.
Tor. Why do I live, ye powers!
Leo. Why do I live to hear you speak that word?
Some black-mouthed villain has defamed my virtue.
Tor. No, no! Pray, let me go.
Leo. [Kneeling.] You shall not go!
466 By all the pleasures of our nuptial bed,
If ever I was loved, though now I'm not,
By these true tears, which, from my wounded heart,
Bleed at my eyes—
Tor. Rise.
Leo. I will never rise;
I cannot chuse a better place to die.
Tor. Oh! I would speak, but cannot.
Leo. [Rising.]
Guilt keeps you silent then; you love me not:
What have I done, ye powers, what have I done,
To see my youth, my beauty, and my love,
No sooner gained, but slighted and betrayed;
And, like a rose, just gathered from the stalk,
But only smelt, and cheaply thrown aside,
To wither on the ground.
Ter. For heaven's sake, madam, moderate your passion!