Cle. Wouldst lie with her, and not kiss her?
Phor. Yes, and can give reasons for't, besides experience; and when this act is known—this resolute encounter, rich widows of threescore will not doubt my prowess.
[Hermione, Irene, Ergasto, break off their
private talk.
Ire. As I live, he swore all this to me.
Her. Hide thee, inconstant man, thou art so false
Thy oaths do serve thee for no other use
But to condemn thee, not to get belief:
Be gone, and leave to love till thou hast found
The way to truth, and let not vanity cozen you
To believe that I am mov'd, because you change:
A thousand other imperfections
Have made me hate thee; yet I chose this way
To let thee know't that, deprehended with the
Black mark upon thee, thou may'st not dare
To trouble me again.
Erg. Madam!
Her. There may be some that for their secret sins
The gods will punish, making them love you:
Choose amongst them. Irene, I will hope, though she
Be credulous, will learn by this how far 'tis safe to trust you.
Moor. This was well manag'd.
Phor. What mountain have you pierc'd,
That hath sent forth this wind, since I left you?
Erg. I have undone myself for ever.