Upon a friendless girl, to do her wrong?
O shame! shame! shame! that you, a nobleman,
Should have so base a soul!
Lara. I pray you, hear me!
Pre. Should be so little noble in your thoughts
As to send jewels here to win my love,
And think to buy my honor with your gold
As you would buy food in the market place!
I have no words to tell you how I scorn you!
Begone! The sight of you is hateful to me!