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What makes you look so gastly pale?
I am so ashamed of my accusation, as my bashfullness is beyond all blushing, as greatest griefs are beyond all tears, it causes my limbs to tremble, face look pale, like Death's assault, making my courage fail.
Perchance you are asham'd to confess so base a crime; you may confess to me, for I shall strive to hide your faults, and cover them with some excuse; wherefore confess; for though it be a fault to steal, yet it is a double fault to hide it with a Lye, and by these crimes you do offend the Gods; nor will their anger be remov'd, unless you confess and ask pardon.
Your Doctrine is very good, and Application well appli∣ed, had I been Guilty; but being Innocent, they are vainly uttered.
I hope you will agree to resign the interest you have to me, if I should desire you.
Saints never offred up their Souls to God more willingly, than I all interest to you; not but that I love you, yet I should be loath to be bound to one that hath so ill an opinion of me, as you have.
The World would condemn me, if I should marry you, to stain my Posterity with your Crimes.
O Heavens, is my scandal of so deep a dye, as to stain Pre∣decessors and Posterity! yours may avoid it, but my Predecessors are spot∣ted all over.
I cannot chuse but love her, although I fear she is guilty; but I perceive she is resolv'd not to confess, as being asham'd of it.