Trin. Pray you, sir!
Pan. Seek not by humble penitence t' appease me:
Nothing can satisfy.
Trin. Farewell, humility;
Now am I beaten sober.
[Takes away Pandolfo's staff.
Shall age and weakness master my youth and strength?
Now speak your pleasure: what's my fault?
Pan. Dar'st deny
Thy own act, done before so many witnesses,
Suborn'd by others, and betray my confidence
With such a stony impudence?
Trin. I have been faithful
In all you trusted me.
Pan. To them, not me.
O, what a proem, stuff'd with grave advice
And learned counsel, you could show'r upon me
Before the thunder of your deadly sentence!
And give away my mistress with a scoff!
Trin. I give your mistress?
Pan. Didst not thou decree,
Contrary t' our compact, against my marriage?