_Phi_. I do love fair truth: She is my Mistress, and who injures her, Draws vengeance from me Sirs, let go my arms. _Thra_. Nay, good my Lord be patient. _Cle_. Sir, remember this is your honour'd friend, That comes to do his service, and will shew you Why he utter'd this. _Phi_. I ask you pardon Sir, My zeal to truth made me unmannerly: Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you, Behind your back untruly, I had been As much distemper'd, and enrag'd as now. _Di_. But this my Lord is truth. _Phi_. O say not so, good Sir forbear to say so, 'Tis the truth that all womenkind is false; Urge it no more, it is impossible; Why should you think the Princess light? _Di_. Why, she was taken at it. _Phi_. 'Tis false, O Heaven 'tis false: it cannot be, Can it? Speak Gentlemen, for love of truth speak; Is't possible? can women all be damn'd? _Di_. Why no, my Lord. _Phi_. Why then it cannot be. _Di_. And she was taken with her boy. _Phi_. What boy? _Di_. A Page, a boy that serves her. _Phi_. Oh good gods, a little boy? _Di_. I, know you him my Lord? _Phi_. Hell and sin know him? Sir, you are deceiv'd; I'le reason it a little coldly with you; If she were lustful, would she take a boy, That knows not yet desire? she would have one Should meet her thoughts and knows the sin he acts, Which is the great delight of wickedness; You are abus'd, and so is she, and I. _Di_. How you my Lord? _Phi_. Why all the world's abus'd In an unjust report. _Di_. Oh noble Sir your vertues Cannot look into the subtil thoughts of woman. In short my Lord, I took them: I my self. _Phi_. Now all the Devils thou didst flie from my rage, Would thou hadst ta'ne devils ingendring plagues: When thou didst take them, hide thee from my eyes, Would thou hadst taken Thunder on thy breast, When thou didst take them, or been strucken dumb For ever: that this foul deed might have slept in silence. _Thra_. Have you known him so ill temper'd? _Cle_. Never before. _Phi_. The winds that are let loose, From the four several corners of the earth, And spread themselves all over sea and land, Kiss not a chaste one. What friend bears a sword To run me through? _Di_. Why, my Lord, are you so mov'd at this? _Phi_. When any falls from vertue I am distract, I have an interest in't.