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 pa**ion 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.