s thy youth, and carrying comfort in't;
All that I hoped for vertuous, is fled from thee,
Turn'd black, and bankrupt.

_Leo_. 'By'r Lady, this cuts shrewdly.

_Dem_. Thou art dead, for ever dead; sins surfeit slew thee;
The ambition of those wanton eyes betrai'd thee;
Go from me, grave of honour; go thou foul one,
Thou glory of thy sin; go thou despis'd one,
And where there is no vertue, nor no virgin;
Where Chastity was never known, nor heard of;
Where nothing reigns but impious lust, and looser faces.
Go thither, child of bloud, and sing my doating.

_Cel_. You do not speak this seriously I hope Sir;
I did but jest with you.

_Dem_. Look not upon me,
There is more hell in those eyes, than hell harbours;
And when they flame, more torments.

_Cel_. Dare ye trust me?
You durst once even with all you had: your love Sir?
By this fair light I am honest.

_Dem_. Thou subtle _Circe_,
Cast not upon the maiden light eclipses:
Curse not the day.

_Cel_. Come, come, you shall not do this:
How fain you would seem angry now, to fright me;
You are not in the field among your Enemies;
Come, I must cool this courage.

_Dem_. Out thou impudence,
Thou ulcer of thy Sex; when I first saw thee,
I drew into mine eyes mine own destruction,
I pull'd into my heart that sudden poyson,
That now consumes my dear content to cinders:
I am not now _Demetrius_, thou hast chang'd me;
Thou, woman, with thy thousand wiles hast chang'd me;
Thou Serpent with thy angel-eyes hast slain me;
And where, before I touch'd on this fair ruine,
I was a man, and reason made, and mov'd me,
Now one great lump of grief, I grow and wander.

_Cel_. And as you are noble, do you think I did this?

_Dem_. Put all the Devils wings on, and flie from me.

_Cel_. I will go from ye, never more to see ye:
I will flie from ye, as a plague hangs o're me;
And through the progress of my life hereafter;
Where ever I shall find a fool, a false man,
One that ne're knew the worth of polish'd vertue;
A base suspecter of a virgins honour,
A child that flings away the wealth he cri'd for,
Him will I call _Demetrius_: that fool _Demetrius_,
That mad man a _Demetrius_; and that false man,
The Prince of broken faiths, even Prince _Demetrius_.
You think now, I should cry, and kneel down to ye,
Petition for my peace; let those that feel here
The weight of evil, wait for such a favour,
I am above your hate, as far above it,
In all the actions of an innocent life,
As t