I:4:41 KING.

[taking her hand]

Nay, calmness. Say 'tis true
He was not guilty, say perchance he was not --

I:4:42 SOL.
Perchance, O! vile perchance. Thou know'st full well,
Because he did reject her loose desires
And wanton overtures --

I:4:43 KING.
Hush, hush, O hush!

I:4:44 SOL.
The woman called my mother --

I:4:45 KING.
Spare me, spare --

I:4:46 SOL.
Who spared me?
Did not I kneel, and vouch his faith, and bathe
Thy hand with my quick tears, and clutch thy robe
With frantic grasp? Spare, spare indeed? In faith
Thou hast taught me to be merciful, thou hast, --
Thou and my mother!