Maq. Why, that, at four, women were fools; at fourteen, drabs; at forty, bawds; at fourscore, witches; and [at] a hundred, cats.
Aurel. O unlimitable impudency!
Fer. But as for poor Ferneze’s fixèd heart,
Was never shadeless meadow drier parch’d
Under the scorching heat of heaven’s dog, 40
Than is my heart with your enforcing eyes.
Maq. A hot simile.
Fer. Your smiles have been my heaven, your frowns my hell:
O, pity, then! grace should with beauty dwell.
Maq. Reasonable perfect, by’r lady.
Aurel. I will love thee, be it but in despite
Of that Mendoza:—witch!—Ferneze,—witch!—
Ferneze, thou art the duchess’ favourite:
Be faithful, private: but ’tis dangerous.
Fer. His love is lifeless that for love fears breath: 50
The worst that’s due to sin, O, would ’twere death!
Aurel. Enjoy my favour. I will be sick instantly and take physic: therefore in depth of night visit—
Maq. Visit her chamber, but conditionally you shall not offend her bed: by this diamond!