All. Wee shall Madam.
Guio. Only stay you to entertain.
1 Ser. I am ready.
Guio. I wonder at the bold, and practis'd malice,
Men ever have o' foot against our honours,
That nothing we can do, never so vertuous,
No shape put on so pious, no not think
What a good is, be that good ne're so noble,
Never so laden with admir'd example,
But still we end in lust; our aims, our actions,
Nay, even our charities, with lust are branded;
Why should this stranger else, this wretched stranger,
Whose life I sav'd at what dear price sticks here yet,
Why should he hope? he was not here an hour,
And certainly in that time, I may swear it
I gave him no loose look, I had no reason;
Unless my tears were flames, my curses courtships;
The killing of my Son, a kindness to me.
Why should he send to me, or with what safety
(Examining the ruine he had wrought me)
Though at that time, my pious pity found him,
And my word fixt; I am troubled, strongly troubled.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. The Gentlemen are come.
Guio. Then bid 'em welcome—I must retire. [Exit.
Enter Rutilio, and Duarte.
Ser. You are welcom Gentlemen.
Rut. I thank you friend, I would speak with your Lady.