Ans. For a small time farewell, then. Hark thee!
[Anselmus whispers to him; and Exit.
Vot. O good sir!
It will do wondrous well. What a wild seed
Suspicion sows in him, and takes small ground for't!
How happy were this lord, if he would leave
To tempt his fate, and be resolved he were so!
He would be but too rich.
Man has some enemy still, that keeps him back
In all his fortunes, and his mind it is;[456]
And that's a mighty adversary. I had rather
Have twenty kings my enemies than that part,
For let me be at war with earth and hell,
So that be friends with me. I've sworn to make
A trial of her faith; I must put on
A brazen face, and do't—
Enter Wife.
Mine own will shame me.
Wife. This is most strange of all! how one distraction
Seconds another!
Vot. What's the news, sweet madam?
Wife. He's took his horse, but left his leave untaken.
What should I think on't, sir? did ever lord
Depart so rudely from his lady's presence!
Vot. Did he forget your lip?
Wife. He forgot all,
That nobleness remembers.