Lus. But with some few[89] frowns kept him out.
Ven. Out, slave! [Aside.
Lus. What did me he, but in revenge of that,
Went of his own free will to make infirm
Your sister's honour (whom I honour with my soul
For chaste respect) and not prevailing there,
(As 'twas but desperate folly to attempt it)
In mere spleen, by the way, waylays your mother,
Whose honour being a coward as it seems,
Yielded by little force.
Ven. Coward indeed! [Aside.
Lus. He, proud of this advantage (as he thought),
Brought me this news for happy. But I, heaven forgive me for't!——
Ven. What did your honour?
Lus. In rage push'd him from me,
Trampled beneath his throat, spurn'd him, and bruis'd:
Indeed I was too truel, to say troth.
Hip. Most nobly manag'd!
Ven. Has not heaven an ear? is all the lightning wasted? [Aside.
Lus. If I now were so impatient in a modest cause,
What should you be?