Unclasp'd my practice, quit his fortunes here,
Which you knew [great], and to the [hazard]
Of all incertainties himself commended,
No richer than his honour: how he glisters
[Thorough my] rust! and how his piety
Does my deeds make the [blacker!]
[Re-enter] Paulina.
Paul. Woe the while!
O, cut my lace, [lest] my heart, cracking it,
Break too!