Dor. And till the clock strike twelve, I'll lie awake.
Fran. Now ye dare kiss?
Dor. Once with my friend, or so; yet you may take two, Francis.
Fran. My cast is ames-ace then.
Dor. Deuce-ace had got the game.
Fran. Why, then, you're welcome. Adieu, my dainty mistress.
Dor. Farewell, kind Francis. [Exeunt.
Enter Lorenzo, as from horse.
Lor. I have given them all the slip, the duke and all,
And am at home before them. I cannot rest,
Philippo and my wife run in my mind so:
I know no cause why I should trust him more
Than all the world beside. I remember
He told her that I bought the buck's-head, therefore
Deserv'd the horns: although I bid him try her,
Yet I did not bid him bid her with one eye
Love me, and with the other wink at a friend.
How we long to grow familiar with affliction;
And, as many words do aptly hold concordance
To make one sentence, just so many causes
Seem to agree, when conceit makes us cuckolds.