ACT. 1. SCENE 1.
Consider Sir, she is your onely Childe, your Kingdoms Heir, your Countries future Hope, and she may live
To be a Strumpet, sir: Do not vex my soul with extolla∣tion of a thing so vile. Is't possible a Lady of her Birth should stain her Royal Race with beastly lust, and mix the blood of Kings with a base issue? Was it for this you were so long mew'd up within your private Chamber? Was it for this we gave so strict a charge to have your tedious Sickness lookt unto? But our examples shal be such on thee, as all the world shal take a warning by. What man, or devil in the shape of man was he, that durst presume for to pollute thee? Either confess him, or by all our gods Ile plague thy body with continual tortures; that being done, I will devise a death, that time to come shall never pattern it.
What Traitor-slave dares interrupt the passage of our will? Cut him in pieces.