Hub. You did indeed.
Bellina. And will you now neglect a lease of this
To lye in a cold field, a field of murder?
Say thou shouldst kill ten thousand Christians;
They goe but as Embassadors to Heaven
To tell thy cruelties, and on yon Battlements
They all will stand on rowes, laughing to see
Thee fall into a pit as bottomlesse
As the Heavens are in extension infinite.
Hub. More, prethee, more: I had forgot this Musick.
Bellina. Say thou shouldst win the day, yet art thou lost,
For ever lost; an everlasting slave
Though thou com'st home a laurel'd Conqueror.
You courted me to love you; now I woe thee
To love thy selfe, to love a thing within thee
More curious than the frame of all this world,
More lasting than this Engine o're our heads,
Whose wheeles have mov'd so many thousand yeeres:
This thing is thy soule, for which I woe thee.
Hub. Thou woest, I yeeld, and in that yeelding love thee,
And for that love Ile be the Christians guide:
I am their Captaine, come, both Goth and Vandall;
Nay, come the King, I am the Christians Generall.
Bellina. Not yet, till your Commission be faire drawne; Not yet, till on your brow you beare the Print Of a rich golden seale.
Hub. Get me that seale, then.
Bellina. There is an Aqua fortis (an eating water) Must first wash off thine infidelity, And then th'art arm'd.
Hub. O let me, then, be arm'd.
Bellina. Thou shalt; But on thy knees thou gently first shall sweare To put no Armour on but what I beare.