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Rh But, till this afternoon, his passion Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Abbess. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea? Bury'd some dear friend? Hath not else his eye Stray'd his affection in unlawful love? A sin prevailing much in youthful men, Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Which of these sorrows is he subject to? Adriana. To none of these, except it be the last: Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home. Abbess. You should for that have reprehended him. Adriana. Why, so I did. Abbess. But not rough enough. Adriana. As roughly as my modesty would let me. Abbess. Haply, in private. Adriana. And in assemblies too. Abbess. Aye, but not enough. Adriana. It was the copy of our conference: In bed, he slept not for my urging it; At board, he fed not for my urging it; Alone it was the subject of my theme? In company, I often glanc'd at it; Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. Abbess. And therefore came it that the man was mad: The venom'd clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing: And therefore comes it that his head is light. Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings: Unquiet meals make ill digestions, Therefore the raging fire of fever bred: And what's a fever but a fit of madness? Thou say'st his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls: Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue, But moody and dull melancholy,