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] The pains they give us have some pleasure in them,

And that these have not.

O do not say 'twas you; for that

Does wound again. Guard me, my better angel!

Do I wake? my eyes (since I was man) ne'er met

With any object gave them so much trouble:

1 dare not ask neither to be satisfied,

She looks so guiltily.

Agl. [to Ziriff]. Why do you stare and wonder at a thing,

That you yourself have made thus miserable?

Zir. Good gods, and I o' the party too!

Agl. Did you not tell me, that the king this night

Meant to attempt mine honour? that our condition

Would not admit of middle ways, and that we must

Send them to graves, or lie ourselves in dust?

Zir. Unfortunate mistake! [He knocks] I never did

Intend our safety by thy hands.

Pasithas,

Go instantly and fetch Andrages from his bed.

How is it with you, sir?

Ther. As with the besieg'd:

My soul is so beset, it does not know

Whether 't had best to make a desperate sally

Out by this port, or not.

Agl. Sure,

I shall turn statue here!

Ther. If thou dost love me,

Weep not, Aglaura! All those are drops of blood,

And flow from me.

Zir. Now all the gods defend

This way of expiation!

Thinkest thou thy crime, Aglaura, would be less

By adding to it?

Or canst thou hope to satisfy those powers,

Whom great sins do displease, by doing greater?

Agl. Discourteous courtesy!

I had no other means left me than this,

To let Thersames know I would do nothing

To him I would not do unto myself;

And that thou tak'st away.

Ther. Friend, bring me a little nearer.