n
That utters this, and I will scale them all,
And from the utmost top fall on his neck,
Like Thunder from a Cloud.

_Di_. This is most strange;
Sure he does love her.

_Phi_. I do love fair truth:
She is my Mistress, and who injures her,
Draws vengeance from me Sirs, let go my arms.

_Thra_. Nay, good my Lord be patient.

_Cle_. Sir, remember this is your honour'd friend,
That comes to do his service, and will shew you
Why he utter'd this.

_Phi_. I ask you pardon Sir,
My zeal to truth made me unmannerly:
Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you,
Behind your back untruly, I had been
As much distemper'd, and enrag'd as now.

_Di_. But this my Lord is truth.

_Phi_. O say not so, good Sir forbear to say so,
'Tis the truth that all womenkind is false;
Urge it no more, it is impossible;
Why should you think the Princess light?

_Di_. Why, she was taken at it.

_Phi_. 'Tis false, O Heaven 'tis false: it cannot be,
Can it? Speak Gentlemen, for love of truth speak;
Is't possible? can women all be damn'd?

_Di_. Why no, my Lord.

_Phi_. Why then it cannot be.

_Di_. And she was taken with her boy.

_Phi_. What boy?

_Di_. A Page, a boy that serves her.

_Phi_. Oh good gods, a little boy?

_Di_. I, know you him my Lord?

_Phi_. Hell and sin know him? Sir, you are deceiv'd;
I'le reason it a little coldly with you;
If she were lustful, would she take a boy,
That knows not yet desire? she would have one
Should meet her thoughts and knows the sin he acts,
Which is the great delight of wickedness;
You are abus'd, and so is she, and I.

_Di_. How you my Lord?

_Phi_. Why all the world's abus'd
In an unjust report.

_Di_. Oh noble Sir your vertues
Cannot look into the subtil thoughts of woman.
In short my Lord, I took them: I my self.

_Phi_. Now all the Devils thou didst flie from my rage,
Would thou hadst ta'ne devils ingendring plagues: