Jaff. No; I've been false already.
Pier. Dost thou love me?
Jaff. Rip up my heart, and satisfy thy doubtings.
Pier. Curse on this weakness! [He weeps.
Jaff. Tears! amazement! tears!
I never saw thee melted thus before;
And know there's something labouring in thy bosom
That must have vent: though I'm a villain, tell me.
Pier. Seest thou that engine? [Pointing to the wheel.
Jaff. Why?
Pier. Is't fit a soldier, who has lived with honour,
Fought nations' quarrels, and been crowned with conquest,
Be exposed a common carcass on a wheel?
Jaff. Ha!
Pier. Speak! is't fitting?