King. Agen kinde Wat, and then I know thou darst.
Ter. I dare and will by that ioynt holy oath,
Which she and I swore to the booke of heauen.
This very day when the surueying Sunne,
Riz like a witnes to her faith and mine,
By all the loyalty that subiects owe
To Maiesty, by that, by this, by both,
I sweare to make a double guarded oath,
This night vntainted by the touch of man,
She shall a Virgin come.
Kin. To Court? Ter. To Court.
I know I tooke a woman to my wife,
And I know women to be earthly Moones,
That neuer shine till night, I know they change
Their Orbes (their husbands) and in sickish hearts,
Steale to their sweete Endimions, to be cur’d
With better Phisicke, sweeter dyet drinkes,
Then home can minister: all this I know
Yet know not all, but giue me leaue O King,
To boast of mine, and saie that I know none;
I haue a woman but not such a one.
Kin. Why, she’s confirmed in thee; I now approoue her,
If constant in thy thoughts who then can mooue her?
Enter Sir Quintilian.
Sir qui. Wilt please your Highnes take your place within,
The Ladies attend the Table.
Kin. I goe good Knight; Wat thy oath.
Ter. My Lord,
My oath’s my honour, my honour is my life,
My oath is constant, so I hope my wife.
Exeunt.
Enter Horace in his true attyre, Asinius bearing his Cloake.