Enter Lorenzo and Philippo.
Lor. Thou shalt try her once more.
Phil. Fie, fie!
Lor. Thou shalt do't.
If thou be'st my friend, thou'lt do't.
Phil. Try your fair wife?
You know 'tis an old point, and wondrous frequent
In most of our Italian comedies.
Lor. What do I care for that? let him seek new ones,
Cannot make old ones better; and this new point
(Young sir) may produce new smooth passages,
Transcending those precedent. Pray, will ye do't?
Phil. Pray, fool yourself no farther: twice you have sway'd me;
Twice have I tried her; and 'tis not yet, ye know,
Ten days since our reconciliation.
How will it show in you, so near a kinsman
To the duke? nay, having woven yourself into
The close-wrought mystery of opinion,
Where you remain a soldier, a man
Of brain and quality, to put your friend
Again on such a business, and to expose
Your fair wife to the tempest of temptation?
And, by the white, unspotted cheek of truth,
She is——
Lor. A woman.
Phil. A good woman.
Lor. Pish!