_Vio_.
As a Son?
_Asc_.
Forgive me,
I will forget the name, let it be death
For me to call you Mother.
_Vio_.
Still upbraided?
_Hen_. No way left to appease you?
_Vio_.
None: now hear me:
Hear what I vow before the face of Heaven,
And if I break it, all plagues in this life,
And those that after death are fear'd fall, on me,
While that this Bastard staies under my roof,
Look for no peace at home, for I renounce
All Offices of a wife.
_Hen_.
What am I faln to?
_Vio_.
I will not eat, nor sleep with you, and those hours,
Which I should spend in prayers for your health,
Shall be emploi'd in Curses.
_Hen_.
Terrible.
_Vio_.
All the day long, I'le be as tedious to you
As lingring fevers, and I'le watch the nights,
To ring aloud your shame, and break your sleeps.
Or if you do but slumber, I'le appear
In the shape of all my wrongs, and like a fury
Fright you to madness, and if all this fail
To work out my revenge, I have friends and kinsmen,
That will not sit down tame with the disgrace
That's offer'd to our noble familie
In what I suffer.
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