Herc. Why, weakness of reason, couldst not perceive all was feign’d to be rid of thee?
Zuc. Of me?
Nym. She with child? Untrodden snow is not so spotless!
Herod. Chaste as the first voice of a new-born infant!
Herc. Know, she grew loathing of thy jealousy!
Nym. Thy most pernicious curiosity. 460
Herc. Whose suspicions made her inimitable graces motive of thy base jealousy.
Herod. Why, beast of man!
Nym. Wretched above expression! that snored’st over a beauty which thousands desired!—neglectedst[259] her bed, for whose enjoying a very saint would have sued!
Herc. Defamed her!