Vor. Deceive me not; I say thou speak’st most false.
I know the quality of women’s eyes,
That, in a breath, can weep, can laugh, or frown.
Say not these waters flow for loss o’ them;
I know thee well, thou hast with both conspir’d;
’Twere better thou mak’st known their hiding place.
Edm. O! sir, these tears do stop my pow’r o’ speech,
Which would again vouch that I utter’d.
Vor. It is most false: but look to’t, and dost hear me,—
Come not athwart me and my purposes,