Dam. Can you endure this wrong, Sir?
Cosmo. Be out-brav'd by a seducing Strumpet?
King. Binde her fast;
Weele try what recantation you can make.
Hagge, in the presence of your brave holy Champion
And thy Husband,
One of my Cammell drivers shall take from thee
The glory of thy honesty and honour.
Call in the Peasant.
Vict. Bellizarius, Eugenius, is there no guard above us That will protect me from a rape? 'tis worse Than worlds of tortures.
Eugen. Fear not, Victoria;
Be thou a chaste one in thy minde, thy body
May like a Temple of well tempered steele
Be batter'd, not demolishe'd.
Belliz. Tyrant, be mercifull;
And if thou hast no other vertue in thee
Deserving memory to succeeding ages,
Yet onely thy not suffering such an out-rage
Shall adde praise to thy name.
King. Where is the Groome?
Eugen. Oh sure the Sunne will darken And not behold a deed so foule and monstrous.
Enter Epidophorus with a Slave.
Epi. Here is the Cammell driver.