cannot see which way I can forgive it
With any modesty.

_De F._ Pish![50] you forget yourself:
A woman dipped in blood, and talk of modesty!

_Beat._ O misery of sin! would I'd been bound
Perpetually unto my living hate
In that Pisacquo, than to hear[51] these words.
Think but upon the distance that creation
Set 'twixt thy blood and mine, and keep thee there.

_De F._ Look but unto your conscience, read me _there_;
'Tis a true book, you'll find me there your equal:
Pish! fly not to your birth, but settle you
In what the act has made you; you're no more now.
You must forget your parentage to me;
You are the deed's creature;[52] by that name
You lost your first condition, and I shall urge[53] you
As peace and innocency has turn'd you out,
And made you one with me.

_Beat._ With thee, foul villain!

_De F._ Yes, my fair murderess: do _you_ urge _me_?
Though thou writ'st maid, thou whore in thine affection!
'Twas changed from thy first love, and that's a kind
Of whoredom in thy heart: and he's changed now
To bring thy second on, thy Alsemero,
Whom by all sweets that ever darkness tasted
If I enjoy thee not, thou ne'er enjoyest!
I'll blast the hopes and joys of marriage,
I'll confess all; my life I rate at nothing.

_Beat._ De Flores!

_De F._ I shall rest from all (lover's)[54] plagues then,
I live in pain now; that [love] shooting eye
Will burn my heart to cinders.

_Beat._ O sir, hear me!

_De F._ She that in life and love refuses me,
In death and shame my partner she shall be.

_Beat._ (_kneeling_). Stay, hear me once for all: I make thee master
Of all the wealth I have in gold and jewels;
Let me go poor unto my bed with honour
And I am rich in all things.

_De F._ Let this silence thee;
The wealth of all Valencia shall not buy
My pleasure from me.
Can you weep Fate from its determined purpose?
So soon may you weep me.

_Beat._ Vengeance begins;
Murder, I see, is followed by more sins:
Was my creation in the womb so curst
It must engender