Despite disgrace, nay, which is worse, contempt, 90
Once stir thy faith? O truth, how few sisters hast thou!
Dear memory!
With what a suffering sweetness, quiet modesty,
Yet deep affection, she received my death!
And then with what a patient, yet oppressed kindness,
She took my lewdly intimated wrongs!
O the dearest of heaven! were there but three
Such women in the world, two might be saved.
Well, I am great
With expectation to what devilish end 100
This woman of foul soul will drive her plots;
But Providence all wicked art o’ertops;
And impudence must know (tho’ stiff as ice),
That fortune doth not always dote on vice.
[Exit.
[87] “No point”—not at all (Fr. non point). See Dyce’s Shakesp. Glossary.
SCENE V.
A Street.
Enter Sir Hubert, Sir Lionel, Tysefew, Franceschina, and three with halberds.
Sir Hub. Plant a watch there! be very careful, sirs; the rest with us.
Tyse. The heavy night grows to her depth of quiet;
’Tis about mid-darkness.
Fra. Mine shambre is hard by; ick sall bring you to it presantment.
Sir Lio. Deep silence! On!