Jul. You stand further bound,
Than to weak men that have betrai'd themselves,
Or to my counsel, though then just and loyal:
Your phansie hath been good, but not your judgement,
In choice of such to side you; will you leap
From a steep Tower, because a desperate fool
Does it, and trusts the wind to save his hazard?
There's more expected from you; all mens eies are fixt
On Virolet, to help, not hurt them;
Make good their hopes and ours, you have sworn often,
That you dare credit me; and allow'd me wise
Although a woman; even Kings in great actions,
Wait opportunity, and so must you, Sir,
Or loose your understanding.
Vir. Thou art constant;
I am uncertain fool, a most blind fool;
Be thou my guide.
Jul. If I fail to direct you,
For torment or reward, when I am wretched,
May constancy forsake me.
Vir. I've my safety.
Enter Castruchio and Villio.
Vil. Why are you rapt thus?
Cast. Peace, thou art a fool.
Vil. But if I were a flatterer like your worship,
I should be wise and rich too;
There are few else that prosper, Bawds excepted,
They hold an equal place there.
Cast. A shrewd knave;
But oh the King, the happy King!
Vil. Why happy?
In bearing a great burthen.