CARDINAL. Sit: thou art my best of wishes. Prithee, tell me What trick didst thou invent to come to Rome Without thy husband? JULIA. Why, my lord, I told him I came to visit an old anchorite[61] Here for devotion. CARDINAL. Thou art a witty false one,-- I mean, to him. JULIA. You have prevail'd with me Beyond my strongest thoughts; I would not now Find you inconstant. CARDINAL. Do not put thyself To such a voluntary torture, which proceeds Out of your own guilt. JULIA. How, my lord! CARDINAL. You fear My constancy, because you have approv'd[62] Those giddy and wild turnings in yourself. JULIA. Did you e'er find them? CARDINAL. Sooth, generally for women, A man might strive to make glass malleable, Ere he should make them fixed. JULIA. So, my lord. CARDINAL. We had need go borrow that fantastic glass Invented by Galileo the Florentine To view another spacious world i' th' moon, And look to find a constant woman there. JULIA. This is very well, my lord. CARDINAL. Why do you weep? Are tears your justification? The self-same tears Will fall into your husband's bosom, lady, With a loud protestation that you love him Above the world. Come, I 'll love you wisely, That 's jealously; since I am very certain You cannot make me cuckold. JULIA. I 'll go home To my husband. CARDINAL. You may thank me, lady, I have taken you off your melancholy perch, Bore you upon my fist, and show'd you game, And let you fly at it.--I pray thee, kiss me.-- When thou wast with thy husband, thou wast watch'd Like a tame elephant:--still you are to thank me:-- Thou hadst only kisses from him and high feeding; But what delight was that? 'Twas just like one That hath a little fing'ring on the lute, Yet cannot tune it:--still you are to thank me. JULIA. You told me of a piteous wound i' th' heart, And a sick liver, when you woo'd me first, And spake like one in physic.[63] CARDINAL. Who 's that?---- [Enter Servant] Rest firm, for my affection to thee, Lightning moves slow to 't. SERVANT. Madam, a gentleman, That 's come post from Malfi, desires to see you. CARDINAL. Let him enter: I 'll withdraw. Exit. SERVANT. He says Your husband, old Castruccio, is come to Rome, Most pitifully tir'd with riding post. [Exit.] [Enter DELIO] JULIA. [Aside.] Signior Delio! 'tis one of my old suitors. DELIO. I was bold to come and see you. JULIA. Sir, you are welcome. DELIO. Do you lie here?