Amph. What's that to say?
Ort. Why, truth.
Amph. Get you out, and wash your tongue:
'Tis foul.
Ort. 'Tis like you heart then,
But that it cannot lie as much.
Amph. Most valiant lord,
To give the lie to petticoats!
Ort. Why did you
Deny your being in prison?
Amph. Not for fear of you;
I was with the brave prisoner,
What then?
Ort. You went to make love to him.
You had best use your time well; 'twill
Be short and sweet: your dear will not be so
Proper a man by the head within this
Two days. False woman! you've a heart that flies
From one man's breast to another: all the
Inconstancy of your sex is constancy
To this of yours: you have deceived the duke
Already; that might have been my warning.
Amph. Faith, and so
It might; th' duke in all things so far excels
You, that you were a fool to think, when once
My heart bid him farewell, that it design'd
No better a change than you. Troth, your mistaken;
It had a farther journey to make, and so
Took your breast for an inn only, to lie
By the way.
Ort. Base woman! is't not enough that you
Have fool'd me, but you must mock me too? Heaven
Hold my hand from murdering thee!