Ort. She may design your life;
A woman that is ill, exceeds a man
In mischief.
Duke. My lord, I thank your care. If you
Can track her farther, pray let me know; in the
Meantime I shall prevent her ill intentions.
Ort. My diligence shall not be wanting. So,
Since I can have no love, revenge shall be
My mistress. [Aside. Exit.
Duke. O Amphelia! why dost
Thou take such pains to break my heart, when 'tis
So easily done? She needs not secretly
Contrive my death, since half a word from her
Commands my life: her face and heart (sure) can
Not be akin; nature mistook, or else
She was to blame to give one woman two
So great extremes.
Enter Arbatus.
See, here comes the brother
To wronged Artabella: th' horror of
That sin grows bigger in me,
That I with a deluding love should fool
An innocent, to show an outward scorn
To false Amphelia; for when I heard
She lov'd
Ortellus, I straight made love to this young
Woman, and brought her from her own country,
Only to make Amphelia think I lov'd
Another.
Arb. I hope I don't disturb your highness.
Duke. No, Arbatus, you are always welcome
To me.
Arb. Sir, I should ask you a question.