_Phi._ Nay, do not think me less than such a cure, _Antonio_ was not; And 'tis possible _Philippo_ may succeed: My bloud and house Are as deep rooted: and as fairly spread, As _Mark-antonio_['_s_], and in that, all seek, Fortune hath given him no precedency: As for our thanks to Nature I may burn Incense as much as he; I ever durst Walk with _Antonio_ by the self-same light At any feast, or triumph, and ne'r car'd Which side my Lady or her woman took In their survey; I durst have told my tale too Though his discourse new ended. _Leo._ My repulse. _Phil._ Let not that torture you, w[h]ich makes me happy Nor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame 'Twas no repulse, [I] was your Dowry rather: For then methought a thousand graces met To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories Of constant virtue, which you then out-reach'd, In one example did proclaim you rich: Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd, After this suffering, and do therefore take Advantage of your need; but rather know You are the charge and business of those powers, Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasks Upon great Natures, and of noblest hopes; Read trivial Lessons, and halfe lines to sluggs; They that live long, and never feel mischance, Spend more than halfe their age in ignorance. _Leo._ 'Tis well you think so. _Phi._ You shall think so too, You shall sweet _Leocadia_, and do so. _Leo._ Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shape To play so foul a part in, as the Tempter: Say that I [could] make peace with fortune, who, Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha? My Contract made? _Phi._ Your Contract? _Leo._ Yes, my Contract, Am I not his? his wife? _Phi._ Sweet, nothing less. _Leo._ I have no name then? _Phi._ Truly then you have not; How can you be his wife, who was before Anothers Husband? _Leo._ Oh, though he dispence With his faith given, I cannot with mine.