ORSINO: 
Should the offender live? 
Triumph in his misdeed? and make, by use,
His crime, whate’er it is, dreadful no doubt,
Thine element; until thou mayest become 175
Utterly lost; subdued even to the hue
Of that which thou permittest?

BEATRICE [TO HERSELF]: 
Mighty death! 
Thou double-visaged shadow!  Only judge! 
Rightfullest arbiter!

[SHE RETIRES, ABSORBED IN THOUGHT.]

LUCRETIA: 
If the lightning
Of God has e’er descended to avenge... 180

ORSINO: 
Blaspheme not!  His high Providence commits
Its glory on this earth, and their own wrongs
Into the hands of men; if they neglect
To punish crime...

LUCRETIA: 
But if one, like this wretch,
Should mock, with gold, opinion, law, and power? 185
If there be no appeal to that which makes
The guiltiest tremble?  If because our wrongs,
For that they are unnatural, strange and monstrous,
Exceed all measure of belief?  O God! 
If, for the very reasons which should make 190
Redress most swift and sure, our injurer triumphs? 
And we, the victims, bear worse punishment
Than that appointed for their torturer?

ORSINO: 
Think not
But that there is redress where there is wrong,
So we be bold enough to seize it.

LUCRETIA: 
How? 195
If there were any way to make all sure,
I know not...but I think it might be good
To...

ORSINO: 
Why, his late outrage to Beatrice;
For it is such, as I but faintly guess,
As makes remorse dishonour, and leaves her 200
Only one duty, how she may avenge: 
You, but one refuge from ills ill endured;
Me, but one counsel...

LUCRETIA: 
For we cannot hope
That aid, or retribution, or resource
Will arise thence, where every other one 205
Might find them with less need.

[BEATRICE ADVANCES.]

ORSINO: 
Then...

BEATRICE: 
Peace, Orsino! 
And, honoured Lady, while I speak, I pray,
That you put off, as garments overworn,
Forbearance and respect, remorse and fear,
And all the fit restraints of daily life, 210
Which have been borne from childhood, but which now
Would be a mockery to my holier plea. 
As I have said, I have endured a wrong,
Which, though it be expressionless, is such
As asks atonement; both for what is past, 215
And lest I be reserved, day after day,
To load with crimes an overburthened soul,
And be...what ye can dream not.  I have prayed
To God, and I have talked with my own heart,
And have unravelled my entangled will, 220
And have at length determined what is right. 
Art thou my friend, Orsino?  False or true? 
Pledge thy salvation ere I speak.