Did ever man confess he wronged a woman?
If thou believe not me, who am indeed
Disgraced, and by his fault, thou once didst love
My brother Theodorus—send for him.
He is without, and waits me. Ask of him,
Who has long known my secret.
Gycia.
I will ask him.
Thou wretched woman, since thou art polluted,
Whate'er my love may be, go from my sight,