I must confesse that onely suspect,
And no proofe els, hath fed my hate to her. 195
Mi. Gour. And, husband, I protest by heaven and earth
That her suspect is causles and unjust,
And that I nere had such a vilde intent;
Harme she imaginde, where as none was ment.
Phil. Loe, sir, what would yee more? 200
M. Bar. Yes, Phillip, this;
That I confirme him in my innocence
By this large universe.