His absence and disgrace: whence by ill fate
His death and all this lady’s trouble sprung.
Man. ’Tis a sad tale you tell.
Ph.I was misled
To think he loved the lady less than I.
Yet urge I no excuse, nor look for pardon:
But if ’twould not add sorrow to her sorrow,
I would discharge this burden from my soul.
Man. Do so: for you shall find pity and pardon.
Ph. Nay, nay: that could not be.