Ter. What shall I cancell faith, and breake my oath?
Cæl. If breaking constancie, thou breakst them both.
Ter. Thy constancie no euill can pursue.
Cæl. I may be constant still, and yet not true.
Cæl. As thus, by violence detain’d,
They may be constant still, that are constrain’d.
Ter. Constrain’d? that word weighs heauy, yet my oath
Weighes downe that word; the kinges thoughts are at oddes,
They are not euen ballanst in his brest;
The King may play the man with me; nay more,
Kings may vsurpe; my wife’s a woman; yet
Tis more then I know yet, that know not her,
If she should prooue mankinde, twere rare, fye, fye,
See how I loose my selfe, amongst my thoughts,
Thinking to finde my selfe; my oath, my oath.
Sir quin. I sweare another, let me see, by what,
By my long stocking, and my narrow skirtes,
Not made to sit vpon, she shall to Court.
I haue a tricke, a charme, that shall lay downe
The spirit of lust, and keep thee vndeflowred;
Thy husbands honor sau’d, and the hot King,
Shall haue enough too. Come, a tricke, a charme.
Exit.
Cæl. God keep thy honour safe, my bloud from harme.