The way to my repentance. O my Lord.

_Amin_. How now?

_Evad_. My much abused Lord!
[_Kneels_.

_Amin_. This cannot be.

_Evad_. I do not kneel to live, I dare not hope it;
The wrongs I did are greater; look upon me
Though I appear with all my faults.

_Amin_. Stand up.
This is no new way to beget more sorrow;
Heaven knows I have too many; do not mock me;
Though I am tame and bred up with my wrongs,
Which are my foster-brothers, I may leap
Like a hand-wolf into my natural wilderness,
And do an out-rage: pray thee do not mock me.

_Evad_. My whole life is so leprous, it infects
All my repentance: I would buy your pardon
Though at the highest set, even with my life:
That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice
For what I have committed.

_Amin_. Sure I dazle:
There cannot be a faith in that foul woman