tards, being unable
To honour me with one Child of mine own,
That underneath my roof, kept your cast-Strumpet,
And out of my Revenues would maintain
Her riotous issue: now you find what 'tis
To tempt a woman: with as little feeling
As I turn off a slave, that is unfit
To doe me service; or a horse, or dog
That have out-liv'd their use, I shake thee off,
To make thy peace with heaven.

_Hen_.

I do deserve this,
And never truly felt before, what sorrow
Attends on wilfull dotage.

_Viol_.

For you, Mistris,
That had the pleasure of his youth before me,
And triumph'd in the fruit that you had by him,
But that I think, to have the Bastard strangled
Before thy face, and thou with speed to follow
The way he leads thee, is sufficient torture,
I would cut off thy nose, put out thine eyes,
And set my foot on these bewitching lips,
That had the start of mine: but as thou art,
Goe to the grave unpitied.

_Assist_.

Who would believe
Such rage could be in woman?

_Viol_.

For this fellow,
He is not worth my knowledge.

_Jam_.

Let him live then,
Since you esteem him innocent.

_Viol_.

No _Jamy_,
He shall make up the mess: now strike together,
And let them fall so.

_Assist_.

Unheard of crueltie!
I can endure no longer: seise on her.

_Viol_.

Am I betrai'd?
Is this thy faith, _Jamy_?

_Jam_.

Could your desires
Challenge performance of a deed so horrid?
Or, though that you had sold your self to hell,
I should make up the bargain? Live (dear Brother)
Live long, and happy: I forgive you freely;
To have done you this service, is to me
A fair Inheritance: and how e're harsh language
(Call'd on by your rough usage) pass'd my lips,
In my heart I ever lov'd you: all my labours
Were but to shew, how much your love was cozen'd,
When it beheld it self in this false Glass,
That did abuse you; and I am so far
From envying young _Ascanio_ his good fortune,
That if your State were mine, I would adopt him,
These are the Murtherers my noble friends,
Which (to make trial of her bloudy purpose)
I won, to come disguis'd thus.

_Hen_.

I am too full
Of grief, and shame to speak: but what I