Scene 41.
Enter two servants of Monsieur Malateste's.
1 SErvant.
My Master looks so lean and pale, as I doubt he is in a Con∣sumption.
2 Servant.
Faith he takes something to heart, whatsoever it is.
1 Servant.
I doubt he is jealous.
2 Servant.
He hath reason: for if my Lady doth not cuckold him, yet she gives the World cause to think she doth: for she is never without her Gal∣lants.
1 Servant.
There is a great difference betwixt our Lady that is dead, and this.
Enter Monsieur Malateste.
Malateste.
Is my Wife come home yet?
1 Servant.
No Sir.
Malateste.
I think it be about twelve of the Clock.
1 Servant.
It is past one Sir.
Malateste.
If it be so late, I will sit up no longer watching for my Wives coming home, but I will go to bed; for I am not very well.
1 Servant.
You do not look well, Sir.
Malateste.
Indeed I am sick.
Exeunt.