And being not able to maintaine the feeld,
Thus she begins (or rather seemes) to yeeld.
VVoon with thy words, and rauisht with my beauty,
Loe here Cassandra yeelds her selfe to thee,
Requiring nothing for thy vowed duety,
But only firmnesse, Loue, and secrecy:
Which for that now (euen now) I meane to try thee,
A boone I crave; which thou canst not deny me.
Scarce were these honywords breath'd from her lips,
But he, supposing that she ment good-faith,