Jac.

     Now I fear;
     Be silent.

     Hen.

     Why dost thou follow me?

     Jam.

     To save your life,
     A plot is laid for’t, all my wrongs forgot,
     I have a Brothers Love.

     Hen.

     But thy false self
     I fear no enemy.

     Jam.

     You have no friend,
     But what breathes in me:  If you move a step
     Beyond this ground you tread on, you are lost.

     Hen.

     ’Tis by thy practice then:  I am sent hither
     To meet her, that prefers my life and safetie
     Before her own.

     Jam.

     That you should be abus’d thus
     With weak credulitie!  She for whose sake
     You have forgot we had one noble Father,
     Or that one Mother bare us, for whose love
     You brake a contract to which heaven was witness,
     To satisfie whose pride and wilfull humour
     You have expos’d a sweet and hopefull Son
     To all the miseries that want can bring him,
     And such a Son, though you are most obdurate,
     To give whom entertainment Savages
     Would quit their Caves themselves, to keep him from
     Bleak cold and hunger:  This dissembling woman,
     This Idol, whom you worship, all your love
     And service trod under her feet, designs you
     To fill a grave, or dead to lye a prey
     For Wolves and Vulturs.

     Hen.

     ’Tis false; I defie thee,
     And stand upon my Guard.

     Enter Leandro, Milanes, Arsenio, Bart, Lopez, Diego,
     Octavio, Jacinta, Ascanio, and Servants.

     Jam.

     Alas, ’tis weak: 
     Come on, since you will teach me to be cruel,
     By having no faith in me, take your fortune,
     Bring the rest forth, and bind them fast.

     Oct.

     My Lord.

     Asc.

     In what have we offended?

     Jam.

     I am deaf,
     And following my will, I do not stand
     Accomptable to reason:  See her Ring
     (The first pledge of your love, and service to her)
     Deliver’d as a Warrant for your death: 
     These Bags of gold you gave up to her trust,
     (The use of which you did deny your self)
     Bestow’d on me, and with a prodigal hand,
     Whom she pick’d forth to be the Architect
     Of her most bloudy building; and to fee
     These Instruments, to bring Materials
     To raise it up, she bad me spare no cost,
     And (as a surplusage) offer’d her self
     To be at my devotion.

     Hen.

     O accurs’d!

     Jam.