I must be closer bound to serve his interest,
Now, when his credit totters. Doth he not know
That honourable minds, thro’ very fear
Of their self-interest, are thrust away
Beyond their counter-judgment? Nay, ’tis clear
He falls, he falls; and were’t not now for Constance,
I’d gladly see him fall.
Palicio comes forward.
A woman here!
Why, who art thou?