the Dutchesse of Malfy.
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. Exit.
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?
Jul.
