And, so believing, why I do not care
To run the risk of being undeceived!
Altem. (annoyed). My lord, you are unjust! Can you believe
I should expose myself to such a test
Had I been guilty of unfaithfulness?
I am no perfect woman, Phanor. I have faults
That advertise themselves. No need to say
That I’m quick-tempered, jealous, over-prone
To underrate the worth of womankind—
Impetuous—unreasonable—vain—