Phil. Worthy Sir
Let it not add to your grief, that I have heard
A sigh or groan come from you: That is all Sir:
The. Good Sir no more: you have heard too much I fear,
Would I had taken Poppy when I spake it.
Phi. It seems you have an ill belief of me
And would have fear'd much more, had you spoke ought
I could interpret. But believe it Sir
Had [I] had means to look into your breast,
And tane you sleeping here, that so securely
I might have read all that your woe would hide
I would not have betraid you.
Theo. Sir, that speech
Is very noble, and almost would tempt
My need to trust you.
Phil. At your own election,
I dare not make my faith so much suspected
As to protest again: nor am I curious
To know more than is fit.
Theo. Sir, I will trust you
But you shall promise Sir to keep your bed,
And whatsoe'r you hear, not to importune
More I beseech you from me.
Phi. Sir I will not.
Theo. Than I am prone to utter.
Phi. My faith for it.
Theo. If I were wise, I yet should hold my peace.
You will be noble?