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 And looke to finde a constant woman there.

Jul. This is very well (my Lord.)

Card. Why do you weepe? Are teares your justification? the selfe-same teares Will fall into your husbands bosome, (Lady) With a loud protestation, that you love him Above the world: Come, i'll love you wisely, That's jealously, since I am very certaine You cannot me make cuckould.

Jul. I'll go home To my husband.

Card. You may thanke me, (Lady) I have taken you off your mellancholly pearch, Boare you upon my fist, and shew'd you 'game, And let you flie at it: I pray the kisse me, When thou was't with thy husband, thou was't watch'd Like a tame Ellephant: (still you are to thanke me) Thou hadst onely kisses from him, and high feeding, But what delight was that? 'twas just like one That hath a little lingring on the Lute, Yet cannot tune it: (still you are to thanke me.)

Jul. You told me of a piteous wound i'th'heart, And a sicke livour, when you woed me first, And spake like one in physicke.

Card. Who's that? Rest firme, for my affection to thee, Lightning mooves flow to't.

Ser. (Madam) a Gentleman That's come post from Malfy, desires to see you.

Car. Let him enter, i'll with-draw.

Ser. He sayes, Your husband, (old Castruchio) is come to Rome, Most pittifully tyr'd with riding post.

Jul. Signior Delio? 'tis one of my old Suitors.

Del. I was bold to come and see you.

Jul. Sir, your are wel-come.

Del. Do you lie here?