_Cla._ Very well, very well; take law and hang thyself; I care not. Had she no other but that good face to dote upon? I'd rather she had dealt with a dangerous Frenchman than with such a pagan. _Cap._ Are you mad? Answer my demand. _Rog._ I am as good a Christian as thyself, Though my wife have now new christen'd me. _Cap._ Are you deaf, you make no answer? 139 _Cla._ Would I had had the circumcising of thee, Jew; I'd ha' cut short your cuckold-maker; I would i'faith, I would i'faith! _Cap._ Away with them to prison! they'll answer better there. _Rog._ Not too fast, gentlemen; what's our crime? _Cap._ Murder of the duke's kinsman, Signior Mendoza. _Ambo._ Nothing else? We did it, we did it, we did it! _Cap._ Take heed, gentlemen, what you confess. _Cla._ I'll confess anything, since I am made a fool by a knave. I'll be hang'd like an innocent, that's flat. 151 _Rog._ I'll not see my shame. Hemp instead of a quacksalver. You shall put out mine eyes, and my head shall be bought to make ink-horns of. _Cap._ You do confess the murder? _Cla._ Sir, 'tis true, Done by a faithless Christian and a Jew. _Cap._ To prison with them; we will hear no further; The tongue betrays the heart of guilty murther. [_Exeunt omnes._ [238] Old eds. "hyes." [239] Ed. 1631 "yea." [240] Ed. 1631 "see 'ou."--Ed. 1631 "see, on." [241] This stage direction is omitted in ed. 1631. [242] Ruff was the name of an old game at cards. SCENE II. _Pavia._ _Enter_ Count MASSINO,[243] ISABELLA, ANNA, _and_ Servants. _Mass._ Welcome to Pavy, sweet; and may this kiss Chase melancholy from thy company; Speak, my soul's joy, how fare you after travel? _Isa._ Like one that scapeth danger on the seas, Yet trembles with cold fears, being safe on land, With bare imagination of what's past. _Mass._ Fear keep with cowards, air[244]-stars cannot move. _Isa._ Fear in this kind, my lord, doth sweeten love. _Mass._ To think fear joy, dear, I cannot conjecture. _Isa._ Fear's sire to fervency, 10 Which makes love's sweet prove nectar; Trembling desire, fear, hope, and doubtful leisure, Distil from love the quintessence of pleasure. _Mass._ Madam, I yield to you; fear keeps with love, My oratory is too weak against you: You have the ground of knowledge, wise experience, Which makes your argument invincible. _Isa._ You are Time's scholar, and can flatter weakness. _Mass._ Custom allows it, and we plainly see Princes and women maintain flattery. 20 _Isa._ Anna, go see my jewels and my trunks Be aptly placèd in their several rooms.