FIDELIA.
O, pardon it, for that the cause from whence it springs is such.
HERMIONE.
From whence is that?
FIDELIA.
My mother says, from loving over-much.
HERMIONE.
Your author I will not admit; that rests us[73] it to prove.
FIDELIA.
Be sure it is, that jealousy proceeds of fervent love.
HERMIONE.
Can that be fervent love, wherein suspicion leads the mind?
FIDELIA.
Most fervent love, where so much love doth make the fancy blind.
HERMIONE.
But faithful love can never be, wherein suspect doth dwell.
FIDELIA.
The faithful lovers do suspect, because they love so well.
HERMIONE.
My dear Fidelia, as I think, thy love is such to me,
So fervent, faithful and unstain'd, as purer none can be,
Admit occasions fall out, then, that I must part from thee,
Tell me, wilt thou mean space suspect inconstancy in me?