Nym. Ridiculous— 480
Herc. Jealous—
Herod. Arch coxcomb as thou art!
[Exeunt Nymphadoro and Herod.
Zuc. O I am sick!—my blood has the cramp! my stomach o’erturns!—O I am very sick!
Herc. Why, my sweet Don, you are no cuckold!
Zuc.[260] That’s the grief on’t.
Herc. That’s——
Zuc. That I ha’ wrong’d so sweet (and now, in my knowledge), so delicate a creature! O methinks I embrace her yet! 490
Herc. Alas! my lord, you have done her no wrong—no wrong in the world; you have done her a pleasure—a great pleasure! A thousand gentlemen—nay, dukes—will be proud to accept your leavings—your leavings! Now is she courted! This heir sends her jewels, that