Mont. You make me horns.
Mons. Not I, it is a work without my power,
Married mens ensignes are not made with fingers;
Of divine fabrique they are, not mens hands:125
Your wife, you know, is a meere Cynthia,
And she must fashion hornes out of her nature.
Mont. But doth she? dare you charge her? speak, false prince.
Mons. I must not speak, my lord; but if you'l use
The learning of a noble man, and read,[130]
Here's something to those points. Soft, you must pawne