Your noblest natures are most credulous.
Who gives no trust, all trust is apt to breake;
Hate like hell mouth who thinke not what they speake.
Aum. Well, madame, I must tender my attendance
On him againe. Will't please you to returne85
No service to him by me?
Count. Fetch me straight
My little cabinet. Exit Ancil[la].
Tis little, tell him,
And much too little for his matchlesse love: