Act. I. Scene 1.
Phaedria, Parmeno.
Ph.
WHat then shall I do? Should I not go? no, not now
When I am sent for by her of her own accord? or should I rather so behave my self,
As to let her see I cannot put up the abuses of Whores?
Shee hath shut me out of: door, she calls me back again, should I go back again? no, though she should intreat me.
P.
[line 5] If you can do so indeed, there is no better or braver part,
But if you once begin, and not perform it gallantly,
And when you cannot endure, when no body shall desire you,
Before you have made peace, you shall come to her, and tell her
That you love her, and cannot abide without her, all is dasht, you may go fiddle,
[line 10] You are utterly lost; she will make an Ass of you, when she seeth you vanquished.
Ph.
Therefore do you consider well of it, while time serveth.
Par.
Master, you cannot rule that thing by advice,
Which is neither capable of any advice, nor observes any mean.
All these vices are in love; Injuries,
[line 15] Suspitions, fallings out, truce,
War, and peace again. If you desire to make these uncertain things
Certain by reason, you should do no more good,
Then if you should endeavour to be mad with reason.
And that which you now in your angry mood think with your self,
[line 20] Should not I be even with her, which hath entertained him, which excluded me, which would not admit me? let me but alone,
I would die rather: she shall know what a fellow I am.
Verily, one counterfeit tear, which she hath with much ado wrung from her eyes
By rubbing them pittifully, will cool these words,
And you will accuse your self of your own accord, and suffer her
[line 25] Of your own accord to punish you.
Ph.
O abominable act!
I now perceive her to be an errant quean, and that I am a wretched man.
It irketh me that I had any thing to do with her, and I burn in love, and wittingly and willingly,
Being sensible and seeing it, I am undone, neither do I know what to do.