I have spoken,
     And if the Limning you in your true Colours
     Can make the Painter gracious, I stand ready
     For my reward, or if my words distaste you,
     I weigh it not, for though your Grooms were ready
     To cut my Throat for’t, be assur’d I cannot
     Use other Language.

     Viol.

     You think you have said now,
     Like a brave fellow:  in this Womans War
     You ever have been train’d:  spoke big, but suffer’d
     Like a tame Ass; and when most spur’d and gall’d
     Were never Master of the Spleen or Spirit,
     That could raise up the anger of a man,
     And force it into action.

     Jam.

     Yes, vile Creature,
     Wer’t thou a subject worthy of my Sword,
     Or that thy death, this moment, could call home
     My banish’d hopes, thou now wer’t dead; dead, woman;
     But being as thou art, it is sufficient
     I scorn thee, and contemn thee.

     Viol.

     This shews nobly,
     I must confess it:  I am taken with it,
     For had you kneel’d and whin’d and shew’d a base
     And low dejected mind, I had despis’d you. 
     This bravery (in your adverse fortune) conquers
     And do’s command me, and upon the suddain
     I feel a kind of pity, growing in me,
     For your misfortunes, pity some say’s the Parent,
     Of future love, and I repent my part
     So far in what you have suffered, that I could
     (But you are cold) do something to repair
     What your base Brother (such Jamie I think him)
     Hath brought to ruine.

     Jam.

     Ha?

     Viol.

     Be not amaz’d,
     Our injuries are equal in his Bastard,
     You are familiar with what I groan for,
     And though the name of Husband holds a tye
     Beyond a Brother, I, a poor weak Woman,
     Am sensible, and tender of a wrong,
     And to revenge it would break through all lets,
     That durst oppose me.

     Jam.

     Is it possible?

     Viol.

     By this kiss:  start not:  thus much, as a stranger
     You may take from me; but, if you were pleas’d,
     I should select you as a bosom friend,
     I would print ’em thus, and thus.

     Jam.

     Keep off.

     Viol.

     Come near,
     Near into the Cabinet of my Counsels: 
     Simplicity and patience dwell with Fools,
     And let them bear those burthens, which wise men
     Boldly shake off; be mine and joyn with me,
     And when that I have rais’d you to a fortune,
     (Do not deny your self the happy means)
     You’ll look on me with more judicious eyes
     And swear I am most fair.

     Jam.