Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
pg 370415Critical Apparatus2.2SCENE II.
An Apartment.Enters Violante alone.Critical Apparatus1
Viol. Whom shall I look upon without a Blush?
Critical Apparatus2There's not a Maid, whose Eye with Virgin Gaze
Critical Apparatus3Pierces not to my Guilt. What will't avail me,
4To say I was not willing;
Critical Apparatus5Nothing; but that I publish my Dishonour,
Critical Apparatus6And wound my Fame anew.-O Misery,
7To seem to all one's Neighbours rich, yet know
Critical Apparatus8One's Self necessitous and wretched.Critical ApparatusEnter Maid, and afterwards Gerald with a Letter.9
Maid. Madam, here's Gerald, Lord Henriquez' Servant;
10He brings a Letter to you.Critical Apparatus11
Viol. A Letter to me! How I tremble now!
12Your Lord's for Court, good Gerald, is he not?13
Ger. Not so, Lady.14
Viol. O my presaging Heart! When goes he then?15
Ger. His Business now steers him some other Course.16
Viol. Whither, I pray you?—How my Fears torment me!17
Ger. Some two Months Progress.
Viol. Whither, whither, Sir,
Critical Apparatus18I do beseech you? Good Heav'ns, I lose all Patience.
Critical Apparatus19Did he deliberate this? or was the Business
Critical Apparatus20But then conceiv'd, when it was born?Critical Apparatus21
Ger. Lady, I know not That; nor is it in the Command I have to wait
pg 3705Critical Apparatus22your Answer. For the perusing the Letter I commend you to your
23Leisure.[Exit Gerald.Critical Apparatus24
Viol. To Hearts like mine Suspence is Misery.
Critical Apparatus25Wax, render up thy Trust: Be the Contents
26Prosp'rous, or fatal, they are all my Due.
16Critical Apparatus27[Reads.] Our Prudence should now teach us to forget, what our
Critical Apparatus28Indiscretion has committed. I have already made one Step towards this
Critical Apparatus29Wisdom, by prevailing on Myself to bid you
31O, Wretched and betray'd! Lost Violante!
Critical Apparatus32Heart-wounded with a thousand perjur'd Vows,
Critical Apparatus33Poison'd with studied Language, and bequeath'd
Critical Apparatus34To Desperation. I am now become
35The Tomb of my own Honour: a dark Mansion,
Critical Apparatus36For Death alone to dwell in. I invite thee,
37Consuming Desolation, to this Temple,
Critical Apparatus38Now fit to be thy Spoil:
A1 the ruin'd Fabrick,
A2Which cannot be repair'd, at once o'er-throw.
Critical Apparatus39What must I do?—But That's not worth my Thought:
Critical Apparatus40I will commend to Hazard all the Time
41That I shall spend hereafter: Farewel, my Father,
42Whom I'll no more offend: and Men, adieu,
Critical Apparatus43Whom I'll no more believe: and Maids, adieu,
pg 370644Whom I'll no longer shame. The Way I go,
Critical Apparatus45As yet I know not.—Sorrow be my Guide.[Exit Violante.