Rich. Your Reasons are too shallow, and to quicke
Qu. O no, my Reasons are too deepe and dead,
Too deepe and dead (poore Infants) in their graues,
Harpe on it still shall I, till heart-strings breake
Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam, that is past.
Now by my George, my Garter, and my Crowne
Qu. Prophan'd, dishonor'd, and the third vsurpt
Rich. I sweare
Qu. By nothing, for this is no Oath:
Thy George prophan'd, hath lost his Lordly Honor;
Thy Garter blemish'd, pawn'd his Knightly Vertue;
Thy Crowne vsurp'd, disgrac'd his Kingly Glory:
If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd,
Sweare then by something, that thou hast not wrong'd
Rich. Then by my Selfe
Qu. Thy Selfe, is selfe-misvs'd
Rich. Now by the World
Qu. 'Tis full of thy foule wrongs