Through danger safety comes, through trouble rest.
And so my love—— 120
Sago. Ignoble villains! their best blood shall prove,
Revenge falls heavy that is raised by love!
Isa. Think what reproach is to a woman’s name,
Honour’d by birth, by marriage, and by beauty;
Be god on earth, and revenge innocence.
O, worthy Spaniard, on my knees I beg,
Forget the persons, think on their offence!
Sago. By the white soul of honour, by heav’n’s Jove,
They die if their death can attain your love! 129
Isa. Thus will I clip thy waist—embrace thee thus;
Thus dally with thy hair, and kiss thee thus:
Our pleasures, Protean-like, in sundry shapes
Shall with variety stir dalliance.
Sago. I am immortal. O, divinest creature,
Thou dost excel the gods in wit and feature!
False counts, you die, revenge now shakes his rods;
Beauty condemns you—stronger than the gods.
Isa. Come, Mars of lovers, Vulcan is not here;
Make vengeance, like my bed, quite void of fear.
Sago. My senses are entranced, and in this slumber
I taste heav’n’s joys, but cannot count the number. 141
[Exeunt ambo.
[275] Ed. 1631 “running.”