'Tis I: Do you know me now? Look, per...

'Tis I:

Do you know me now? Look, perjured man, on her

Whom thou and thy distracted lust have wronged.

Thy sensual rage of blood hath made my youth

A scorn to men and angels, and shall I

Be now a foil to thy unsated change?

Thou know'st, false wanton, when my modest fame

Stood free from stain or scandal, all the charms

Of Hell or sorcery could not prevail

Against the honour of my chaster bosom.

Thine eyes did plead in tears, they tongue in oaths

Such and so many, that a heart of steel

Would have been wrought to pity, as was mine:

And shall the conquest of my lawful bed,

My husband's death urged on by his disgrace,

My loss of womanhood, be ill rewarded

With hatred and contempt? No, know Soranzo,

I have a spirit doth as much distaste

The slavery of fearing thee, as thou

Dost loathe the memory of what hath passed.

Ford, John. Tis Pity She’s a Whore. http://www.johnwebster.galeon.com/writersworks/pity/act2.2pity.htm