Could I but thus imbrace and hide my Eyes,
And call him my Antonio.
[She leans on his Bosom, he the while gets her Dagger.
Ant. Stand off, false Woman, I despise thy Love,
Of which to every Man I know thou deal’st
An equal share.
Hip. I do not wonder that I am deceiv’d,
But that I should believe thee, after all thy Treachery.
But prithee tell me why thou treat’st me thus?
Why didst thou with the sacred Vows of Marriage,