_Card._ 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. _Card._ You may thank me, lady, I have taken you off your melancholy perch, Bore you upon my fist, and showed you game, And let you fly at it.--I pray thee, kiss me.-- When thou wast with thy husband, thou wast watched 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 fingering on the lute, Yet cannot tune it:--still you are to thank me. _Julia._ You told me of a piteous wound i' the heart And a sick liver, when you wooed me first, And spake like one in physic. _Card._ Who's that?-- _Enter_ Servant. Rest firm, for my affection to thee, Lightning moves slow to't. _Serv._ Madam, a gentleman, That's come post from Malfi, desires to see you. _Card._ Let him enter: I'll withdraw. [_Exit._ _Serv._ He says Your husband, old Castruccio, is come to Rome, Most pitifully tired 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? _Julia._ Sure, your own experience Will satisfy you no: our Roman prelates Do not keep lodging for ladies. _Delio._ Very well: I have brought you no commendations from your husband, For I know none by him. _Julia._ I hear he's come to Rome. _Delio._ I never knew man and beast, of a horse and a knight, So weary of each other: if he had had a good back, He would have undertook to have borne his horse, His breech was so pitifully sore. _Julia._ Your laughter Is my pity. _Delio._ Lady, I know not whether You want money, but I have brought you some. _Julia._ From my husband? _Delio._ No, from mine own allowance. _Julia._ I must hear the condition, ere I be bound to take it. _Delio._ Look on't, 'tis gold: hath it not a fine colour? _Julia._ I have a bird more beautiful. _Delio._ Try the sound on't. _Julia._ A lute-string far exceeds it: It hath no smell, like cassia or civet; Nor is it physical, though some fond doctors Persuade us seethe't in cullises.[121] I'll tell you, This is a creature bred by-- _Re-enter_ Servant. _Serv._ Your husband's come, Hath delivered a letter to the Duke of Calabria That, to my thinking, hath put him out of his wits. [_Exit._ _Julia._ Sir, you hear: Pray, let me know your business and your suit As briefly as can be. _Delio._ With good speed: I would wish you, At such time as you are non-resident With your husband, my mistress.