Nur. La you there, madam!
Gio. Where art thou, man? art thou transform'd,
Or art thou grown so base, that
This ridiculous witch should think I love her?
[Aside.]
Evad. Leave us.
Nur. I go.
Duck, I'll be here anon;
I will, dove.
[Exit.
Gio. At your best leisure.
Protect me, manhood, lest my glutted sense,
Feeding with such an eager appetite on
Your rare beauty, [and] breaking the sluices,
Burst into a flood of passionate tears.
I must, I will enjoy her, though a
Destroying clap from Jove's artillery were the reward:
And yet, dull-daring sir, by your favour, no,
He must be more than savage can attempt
To injure so much spotless innocence:
Pardon, great powers, the thought of such offence.
[Aside.]
Evad. When Sebastiano, clad in conquering steel,
And in a phrase able to kill, or from a coward's heart
Banish a thought of fear, woo'd me,
[He] won not so much on my captive soul
As this youth's silence does.
Help me, some power, out of this tangling maze,
I shall be lost else.
[Aside.