Car. You are dispos'd to riddle; pray, let's see't.
I partly know it: where was't you found it?
Maria. Why, in my chamber, that most gladsome night,
When you enrich'd your love by my escape.
Car. How! in your chamber?
Maria. Sure, Carracus, I will be angry with you,
If you seem so forgetful. I took it up,
Then when you left my lodge, and went away,
Glad of your conquest, for to seek your friend,
Why stand you so amaz'd, sir? I hope that kindness,
Which then you reap'd, doth not prevail
So in your thoughts, as that you think me light.
Car. O, think thyself, Maria, what thou art!
This is the ring of Albert, treacherous man!
He that enjoy'd thy virgin chastity.
I never did ascend into thy chamber.
But all that cold night, through the frozen field,
Went seeking of that wretch, who ne'er sought me;
But found what his lust sought for, dearest thee.
Maria. I have heard enough, my Carracus, to bereave
Me of this little breath.
[She swoons.
Car. All breath be first
Extinguished. Within there, ho!
Enter Nurse and Servants.
O nurse! see here, Maria says she'll die.
Nurse. Marry, God forbid! O mistress, mistress, mistress! she has breath yet; she's but in a trance: good sir, take comfort, she'll recover by and by.