⁠Bel. ⁠Who, my lord?

⁠Flo. My wife, my lord. Draw, draw, or by all my hopes,
My rage will make me turn a murderer.

⁠Bel. Not so easily.[They fight

⁠Flo. Hold, let's breathe: why should I do him right,⁠25
Who has done me such wrong,
Or die for her that will not live for me?[Puts up
Go, enjoy her![Offers to go out

⁠Bel. Soft! [Pulls him back.] You have stol'n a secret here,
That you must give again, or take my life.⁠30
Draw!

⁠Flo. ⁠Prithee, disturb me not.

⁠Bel. No,
Unless you promise never to disclose
What you have here discover'd, this must be
The passage.[Stands betwixt the door and Florelio⁠35

⁠Flo. Hum!
I will be mute, credit me: I will not speak one word.[Offers to go out again

⁠Bel. Nay [pulls him back], you must swear it too.

⁠Flo. ⁠If I must, I must.
By heaven and by my honour, how tame a thing
A cuckold is![Exit⁠40

⁠Bel. 'Sdeath,
Why did I let him go? We can no more
Subsist together than fire and water.
One of us two must die;
And, charity tells me, better he than I.⁠45
But how?
It is not for my honour to kill him basely;
Nor is it for hers to kill him otherwise.
Th' whole court will guess the quarrel, if it be a duel.[Studies again
It is decreed. No matter which way, so he fall;⁠50
Mine, in respect of hers, are no respects at all.[Exit

⁠Doc. Abused, grossly abused!
A base affront, believe it, Drollio!

⁠Drol. Why, what's the matter, signior?