Rom. Ile dye first.
Farewell, continue merry, and high Heauen
Keepe your wife chaste.
Char. Hump, stay and take this wolfe
Out of my brest, that thou hast lodg’d there, or
For euer lose mee.
Rom. Lose not, Sir, your selfe. [400]
And I will venture—So the dore is fast. (Locke the dore.
Now noble Charaloys, collect your selfe,
Summon your spirits, muster all your strength
That can belong to man, sift passion,
From euery veine, and whatsoeuer ensues, [405]
Vpbraid not me heereafter, as the cause of
Iealousy, discontent, slaughter and ruine:
Make me not parent to sinne: you will know
This secret that I burne with.
Char. Diuell on’t,
What should it be? Romont, I heare you wish [410]
My wifes continuance of Chastity.
Rom. There was no hurt in that.
Char. Why? do you know
A likelyhood or possibility vnto the contrarie?
Rom. I know it not, but doubt it, these the grounds
The seruant of your wife now young Nouall, [415]
The sonne vnto your fathers Enemy
(Which aggrauates my presumption the more)
I haue been warnd of, touching her, nay, seene them
Tye heart to heart, one in anothers armes,
Multiplying kisses, as if they meant [420]
To pose Arithmeticke, or whose eyes would
Bee first burnt out, with gazing on the others.
I saw their mouthes engender, and their palmes
Glew’d, as if Loue had lockt them, their words flow
And melt each others, like two circling flames, [425]
Where chastity, like a Phoenix (me thought) burn’d,
But left the world nor ashes, nor an heire.
Why stand you silent thus? what cold dull flegme,
As if you had no drop of choller mixt
In your whole constitution, thus preuailes, [430]
To fix you now, thus stupid hearing this?
Cha. You did not see ’em on my Couch within,
Like George a horse-backe on her, nor a bed?
Rom. Noe.
Cha. Ha, ha.