The dreadfull Sentence, to remove all scruple
Who 'tis that sends you to the other world.
Enter Violante.
Appears my Violante? speak (my dearest)
Do's not the object please you?
Viol.
More than if
All treasure that's above the earth, with that,
That lyes conceal'd in both the Indian Mines,
Were laid down at my feet: O bold Jamy,