I do believe thou hast a generous Shame,
For what thou’st said and done to me thy Friend.
For could I doubt thy Love, oh, how ridiculous
This act of mine would seem!
But ’tis to thee, as to my Soul I come,
Disputing every petty Crime and Doubt.
Alb. Antonio, [if there need an Oath between us—]
Ant. No, I credit thee; go in,
And prithee dress thy Eyes in all their Charms;
For this uncertainty disturbs me more,