Act II. Scene VII.
CORVINO, CELIA.
WHere are you, wife? my CELIA? wife? what, blubbering?
Come, drie those teares. I thinke, thou thought'st me in earnest?
Ha? by this light, I talk'd so but to trie thee.
Me thinkes, the lightnesse of the occasion
Should ha' confirm'd thee. Come, I am not iealous.
CEL.
No?
CORV.
Faith, I am not, I, nor neuer was:
It is a poore, vnprofitable humour.
Doe not I know, if women haue a will,
They'll doe 'gainst all the watches, o' the world?
And that the fiercest spies, are tam'd with gold?
Tut, I am confident in thee, thou shalt see't:
And see, I'le giue thee cause too, to beleeue it.
Come, kisse me. Goe, and make thee ready straight,
In all thy best attire, thy choicest iewells,