But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look, thy cheeks
Confess it, [th' one to th'] other; and thine eyes
See [it] so grossly shown in thy [behaviours],
That in their kind they speak it: only sin
And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so?
If it be so, [you have] wound a goodly clew;
If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee,
As heaven shall work in me for [thine] avail,
To tell me [truly].