L'An. What's that to you, sir?
Buss. Sir, I have observ'd all your fleerings;
and resolve your selves yee shall give a strickt[225]
account for't.
Enter Brisac, Melynell.
Bar. O miraculous jealousie! Doe you think
your selfe such a singular subject for laughter
that none can fall into the matter of our merriment
but you?230
L'An. This jealousie of yours, sir, confesses