Ben Jonson
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Ben Jonson
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ANOTHER ROOM IN THE SAME.
ENTER DELIRO AND MACILENTE.
Deli.
O, on my soul you wrong her, Macilente. Though she be froward, yet I know she is honest.
Maci.
Well, then have I no judgment. Would any woman, but one that were wild in her affections, have broke out into that immodest and violent passion against her husband? or is't possible —
Deli.
If you love me, forbear; all the arguments i' the world shall never
wrest my heart to believe it.
[EXEUNT.
Cor.
How like you the deciphering of his dotage?
Mit.
O, strangely: an of the other's envy too, that labours so seriously
to set debate betwixt a man and his wife. Stay, here comes the knight adventurer.
Cor.
Ay, and his scrivener with him.