Till they be fetter'd, nor secure before[90]
All cares devoure them, nor in humane consort
Till they embrace within their wives two breasts
All Pelion and Cythæron with their beasts.—
Why write you not?
Tam. O, good my lord, forbeare
In wreak of great faults to engender greater,[95]
And make my loves corruption generate murther.
Mont. It followes needfully as childe and parent;
The chaine-shot of thy lust is yet aloft,