Wendoll. [_Aside_.] I am bound unto your husband, and you too. I will not speak to wrong a gentleman Of that good estimation, my kind friend: I will not; zounds! I will not. I may choose, And I will choose. Shall I be so misled? Or shall I purchase to my father’s crest The motto of a villain? If I say I will not do it, what thing can enforce me? What can compel me? What sad destiny Hath such command upon my yielding thoughts? I will not--Ha! some fury pricks me on, The swift Fates drag me at their chariot-wheel, And hurry me to mischief. Speak I must; Injure myself, wrong her, deceive his trust. Mistress Frankford. Are you not well, sir, that you seem thus troubled? There is sedition in your countenance. Wendoll. And in my heart, fair angel, chaste and wise. I love you: start not, speak not, answer not. I love you: nay, let me speak the rest: Bid me to swear, and I will call to record The host of Heaven. Mistress Frankford. The host of Heaven forbid Wendoll should hatch such a disloyal thought! Wendoll. Such is my fate; to this suit I was born, To wear rich pleasure’s crown, or fortune’s scorn. Mistress Frankford. My husband loves you. Wendoll. I know it. Mistress Frankford. He esteems you Even as his brain, his eye-ball, or his heart. Wendoll. I have tried it. Mistress Frankford. His purse is your exchequer, and his table Doth freely serve you. Wendoll. So I have found it. Mistress Frankford. O! with what face of brass, what brow of steel, Can you, unblushing, speak this to the face Of the espoused wife of so dear a friend? It is my husband that maintains your state; Will you dishonour him that in your power Hath left his whole affairs? I am his wife, It is to me you speak. Wendoll. O speak no more! For more than this I know, and have recorded Within the red-leaved table of my heart. Fair, and of all beloved, I was not fearful Bluntly to give my life into your hand, And at one hazard all my earthly means. Go, tell your husband; he will turn me off, And I am then undone. I care not, I; ’Twas for your sake. Perchance in rage he’ll kill me: I care not, ’twas for you. Say I incur The general name of villain through the world, Of traitor to my friend; I care not, I. Beggary, shame, death, scandal, and reproach, For you I’ll hazard all: why, what care I? For you I’ll live, and in your love I’ll die. Mistress Frankford. You move me, sir, to passion and to pity. The love I bear my husband is as precious As my soul’s health. Wendoll. I love your husband too, And for his love I will engage my life: Mistake me not, the augmentation Of my sincere affection borne to you Doth no whit lessen my regard of him. I will be secret, lady, close as night; And not the light of one small glorious star Shall shine here in my forehead, to bewray That act of night.