Swell not, proud heart, I’ll quench thy grief in blood;
Desire in woman cannot be withstood.
Gni. I’ll be thy champion, sweet, ’gainst all the world; 20
Name but the villain that defames thee thus.
Isa. Dare thy hand execute whom my tongue condemns,
Then art thou truly valiant, mine for ever;
But if thou faint’st, hate must our true lover sever.
Gni. By my dead father’s soul, my mother’s virtues,
And by my knighthood and gentility,
I’ll be revenged
On all the authors of your obloquy!
Name him.
Isa. Massino.[271] 30
Gni. Ha!
Isa. What! does his name affright thee, coward lord!
Be mad, Isabella! curse on thy revenge!
This lord was knighted for his father’s worth,
Not for his own.
Farewell, thou perjured man! I’ll leave you all;
You all conspire to work mine honour’s fall.
Gni. Stay, my Isabella; were he my father’s son,
Composed of me, he dies!
Delight still keep with thee. Go in.
Isa. Thou art just; 40
Revenge to me is sweeter now than lust.
[Exit Isabella.