Aur. Not.
Pietro. Not: the best of rest: good-night. 90
[Exeunt Pietro, Ferrardo, Bilioso, Celso, and Equato.
Aur. Despite go with thee!
Men. Madam, you ha’ done me foul disgrace; you have wronged him much loves you too much: go to, your soul knows you have.
Aur. I think I have.
Men. Do you but think so?
Aur. Nay, sure, I have: my eyes have witnessed thy love: thou hast stood too firm for me.
Men. Why, tell me, fair-cheeked lady, who even in tears art powerfully beauteous, what unadvised passion struck ye into such a violent heat against me? Speak, what mischief wronged us? what devil injured us? speak. 103
Aur. The thing ne’er worthy of the name of man, Ferneze; Ferneze swore thou lov’[d]st Emilia; Which to advance, with most reproachful breath Thou both didst blemish and denounce my love.