Aur. A gentlewoman without speak with me, say you?
Ser. Yes, sir, and will by no means be put back.
Aur. I am no lawyer, nor no secretary: what business can she have here, I wonder?
Ser. She is very importunate to enter.
Aur. I was once in the humour never to admit any of them to come near me again, but since she is so eager, let her approach. I'll try my strength, what proof 'tis against her enchantments: if ever Ulysses were more provident, or better arm'd to sail by the Sirens, I'll perish; if she have the art to impose upon me, let her beg my wit for an anatomy, and dissect it!
Enter Lucretia.
Now, Lady Humour, what new emotion in the blood has turn'd the tide of your fancy to come hither?
Luc. These words are but unkind salutes to a gentlewoman.
Aur. They are too good for you. With what face dare you approach hither, knowing how infinitely you have abused me? You want matter to exercise your wits on; the world's too wise for you; and, ere you ensnare me again, you'll have good luck.
Luc. Pray, sir, do not reiterate those things which might better be forgotten. I confess I have done ill, because I am a woman and young, and 'will be nobleness in you not to remember it.