Clar. 'Tis pure Chrystal.
Ces. Can a Diamond cut in Crystal? let me see,
I'll grave my name in't.
Clar. Oh, you'll spoyl my glass.
Would you not have your brother in your eye?
Ces. I had thought he had been Planted in your heart,
Look you, the Diamond cuts quaintly, you are cozen'd,
Your Chrystal is too britle.
Clar. 'Tis the Ring
I gave unto Mentivole, sure the same.
You put me to amazement Sir, and horror;
How came you by that Ring?
Ces. Does the blood rise?
Clar. Pray Sir resolve me, O for pitty do;
And take from me a trembling at the heart,
That else will kill me: for I too much fear
Nothing but Death could ravish it from his hand
That wore it.
Cesar. Was it given to Mentivola on that condition?
Clar. Tell me of his health first.
And then I'll tell you any thing.
Cesar. By my life he's well,
In better health than I am.