+Amph.+ Most valiant lord, To give the lie to petticoats! +Ort.+ Why did you Deny your being in prison? +Amph.+ Not for fear of you; I was with the brave prisoner, What then? +Ort.+ You went to make love to him. You had best use your time well; 'twill Be short and sweet: your dear will not be so Proper a man by the head within this Two days. False woman! you've a heart that flies From one man's breast to another: all the Inconstancy of your sex is constancy To this of yours: you have deceived the duke Already; that might have been my warning. +Amph.+ Faith, and so It might; th' duke in all things so far excels You, that you were a fool to think, when once My heart bid him farewell, that it design'd No better a change than you. Troth, your mistaken; It had a farther journey to make, and so Took your breast for an inn only, to lie By the way. +Ort.+ Base woman! is't not enough that you Have fool'd me, but you must mock me too? Heaven Hold my hand from murdering thee! +Amph.+ Fright those that fear you. [_Exit._ +Ort.+ Curses of all fool'd men (like me) light heavy On thee! Revenge begins to fill my heart, And I will pour it out on this base woman. I know the way: I'll to the duke. _Enter +Duke+._ I am Glad I have met your highness, for I have Business to impart to you that concerns your life. +Duke.+ What is't, Ortellus? +Ort.+ Know, sir, Amphelia, that---- +Duke.+ Loves you? +Ort.+ No, sir, she loves The pris'ner. +Duke.+ 'Tis impossible. +Ort.+ 'Tis very true, sir, I caught her coming from him! she's designing His escape, and for aught I know, her love To him may put other thoughts into her head. +Duke.+ What d'ye mean? +Ort.+ She may design your life; A woman that is ill, exceeds a man In mischief. +Duke.+ My lord, I thank your care. If you Can track her farther, pray let me know; in the Meantime I shall prevent her ill intentions. +Ort.+ My diligence shall not be wanting. So, Since I can have no love, revenge shall be My mistress. [_Aside. Exit._ +Duke.+ O Amphelia! why dost Thou take such pains to break my heart, when 'tis So easily done? She needs not secretly Contrive my death, since half a word from her Commands my life: her face and heart (sure) can Not be akin; nature mistook, or else She was to blame to give one woman two So great extremes. _Enter +Arbatus+._