ACT V. SCENE, 1.
Enter Suetonius, Comes Dragging in Claudia.
Claud.
O Whither, whither wou'dst thou drag me, Villain?
Com.
To do a Deed thou'lt thank me for, when done,
Why all this vain resistance? Can you move
The Rocks or Trees to pity your Complaints?
I am as firm, and resolute in my purpose:
Nor wou'd I quit my Purchase for a Kingdom.
Where now is all the Pride? That Womans pride,
With which you melt the Endearments of my Love?
Claud.
'Tis here; 'tis fixt for ever in my Soul:
I always scorn'd, but now I hate thee too.
And sure—
If there are Gods, and Virtue be their Care,
I'm still secure from thy abhorr'd Attempts.
Some unseen Power will strike thee in the Act;
And Impotence blast all thy Expectations.
Comes.
Why, be it so? I'll put it to the Tryal,
But Madam, you shall find, and find with Pleasure,
Not all the Powers of Heav'n can disarm me.
Come on; your Tears are now as vain and fruitless,
As were my Pray'rs, when I ask'd your Love.
Claud.
Love! And to thee! Thou art a thing so Loathsome,
Nature has shut thee quite from that thou art:
Made like the Bird of Night, to be Pursu'd,
Abhorr'd, and Loath'd, by all thy fellow Creatures.