Mass. Do you hear dissimulation, woman sinner?
Isa. Leave my house, good my lord, and for my part,
I look for a most wish’d reconciliation
Betwixt myself and my most wrongèd husband.
Tempt not contrition then, religious lord.
Mass. Indeed I was one of your family once;
But do not I know these are but brain-tricks:
And where the devil has the fee-simple,
He’ll keep possession; and will you halt
Before me that yourself has made a cripple? 150
Isa. Nay, then, you wrong me; and, disdainèd lord,
I paid then for thy pleasures vendible—
Whose mercenary flesh I bought with coin.
I will divulge thy baseness, ’less with speed
Thou leave my house and my society.
Mass. Already turn’d apostate! but now all pure,
Now damn’d your faith is, and [your] loves endure
Like dew upon the grass; when pleasure’s sun
Shines on your virtues, all your virtue’s done.
I’ll leave thy house and thee; go, get thee in, 160
Thou gaudy child of pride, and nurse of sin.
Isa. Rail not on me, my lord; for if you do,
My hot desire of vengeance shall strike wonder;
Revenge in women falls like dreadful thunder!
[Exit.
Ann. Your lordship will command me no further service?
Mass. I thank thee for thy watchful service past;
Thy usher-like attendance on the stairs,
Being true signs of thy humility.
Ann. I hope I did discharge my place with care. 169