100 But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.
Luc. Self-harming jealousy! fie, beat it hence!
Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense.
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere;
105 Or else what lets it but he would be here?
Sister, you know he promised me a chain;
Would that [alone, alone] he would detain,
[So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!]
I see the jewel best enamelled