Your wife condemns you of an uncourtesy
And over-passing wrong; and, more, she names
Love-letters which you send to Spanish dames.
Jer. Do you accuse me so, kind Isabella?
Isa. Unkind Jeronimo!
Lor. And, for my instance, this in your hand is one.
Jer. In sooth, my lord, there is no written name
Of any lady, nor[301] no Spanish dame.
Lor. If it were not so, you would not be afeard
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