ABBESS.
How long hath this possession held the man?
ADRIANA.
This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,
And much different from the man he was.
But till this afternoon his passion
Ne’er brake into extremity of rage.
ABBESS.
Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?
Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye
Stray’d his affection in unlawful love?
A sin prevailing much in youthful men
Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing?
Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
ADRIANA.
To none of these, except it be the last,
Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
ABBESS.
You should for that have reprehended him.
ADRIANA.
Why, so I did.
ABBESS.
Ay, but not rough enough.
ADRIANA.
As roughly as my modesty would let me.
ABBESS.
Haply in private.
ADRIANA.
And in assemblies too.