_Mont._ Why, thou art able to make misery Ashamed of hurting, when thy weakness can Both bear it, and despise it: Come my boy I will provide some better way for thee Than this thou speakst of: 'tis the comfort that [Ill] fortune has undone me into the fashion: For now in this age most men do begin, To keep but one boy, that kept many men. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Orleans, a Servant, his Lady following._ _Orl._ Where is she? call her. _Lady._ I attend you Sir. _Orl._ Your friend sweet Madam. _Lady._ What friend, good my Lord? _Orl._ Your _Montague_, Madam, he will shortly want Those Courtly graces that you love him for; The means wherewith he purchased this, and this; And all his own provisions to the least Proportion of his feeding, or his clothes, Came out of that inheritance of land Which he unjustly lived on: but the law Has given me right in't, and possession; now Thou shalt perceive his bravery vanish, as This Jewell does from thee now, and these Pearls To him that owes 'em. _Lady._ Ye are the owner Sir of every thing that does belong to me. _Orl._ No, not of him, sweet Lady. _Lady._ O good [God]! _Orl._ But in a while your mind will change, and be As ready to disclaim him; when his wants And miseries have perish'd his good face, And taken off the sweetness that has made Him pleasing in a womans understanding. _La._ O Heaven, how gratious had Creation been To women, who are born without defence, If to our hearts there had been doors through which Our husbands might have lookt into our thoughts, And made themselves undoubtfull. _Orl._ Made 'em mad. _La._ With honest women. _Orl._ Thou dost still pretend A title to that virtue: prethee let Thy honesty speak freelie to me now. Thou know'st that _Montague_, of whose Land I [a]m the master, did affect thee first, And should have had thee, if the strength of friends Had not prevail'd above thine own consent. I have undone him; tell me how thou dost Consider his ill fortune and my good. _La._ I'll tell you justly his undoing is An argument for pity and for tears In all their dispositions that have known The honor and the goodness of his life: Yet that addition of prosperity, Which you have got by't, no indifferent man Will malice or repine at, if the Law Be not abused in't; howsoever since You have the upper fortune of him, 'twill Be some dishonor to you to bear your self With any pride or glory over him. _Orl._ This may be truely spoken, but in thee It is not honest. _La._ Yes, so honest, that I care not if the chast _Penelope_ Were now alive to hear me. _Enter Amiens._ _Orl._ Who comes there? _La._ My brother. _Am._ Save ye.