Car. Good madam, do not jest away your soul.
Isa. O servant, how hast thou betray’d my life!
[To Sago.
Thou art my dearest lover now, I see;
Thou wilt not leave me till my very death.
Bless’d be thy hand! I sacrifice a kiss
To it and vengeance. Worthily thou didst;
He died deservedly. Not content to enjoy 80
My youth and beauty, riches and my fortune,
But like a chronicler of his own vice,
In epigrams and songs he tuned my name,
Renown’d me for a strumpet in the courts
Of the French King and the great Emperor.
Did’st thou not kill him drunk?[308]
Med. O shameless woman!
Isa. Thou should’st, or in the embraces of his lust;
It might have been a woman’s vengeance.[309]
Yet I thank thee, Sago, and would not wish him living
Were my life instant ransom.
Car. Madam, in your soul 90
Have charity.
Isa. There’s money for the poor.
[Gives him money.