Enter Philippo and Abstemia. Lorenzo aside.
And here comes proof apparent; hand in hand too!
Now their palms meet: that grasp begets a bastard!
Phil. By your white hand, I swear 'twas only so.
Lor. Poison of toads betwixt ye!
Abs. Philippo, you have fully satisfied me.
Lor. Insatiate whore! could not I satisfy ye?
I shall commit a murder if I stay:
I'll go forge thunder for ye. O, let me
Nevermore marry! what plague can transcend
A whorish wife and a perfidious friend! [Exit.
Phil. By the unblemish'd faith then of a gentleman,
And by your potent goodness (a great oath,
For you are greatly good), by truth itself;
For still I swear by you—what again hath pass'd,
Was at the first but trial of your chastity,
Far above time or story: as I speak truth,
So may I prosper.
Abs. And came these trials from your breast only?
Phil. Only from my breast; and by the sweet
Excellent blush of virtue, there is in you
Plenty of truth and goodness.
Abs. You have nobly
Appeas'd the storm o'ertook you, and you are
Again a good man.