_Mons._ That's all one, so wee reach our
objects: forth, I beseech thee.
_Per._ To tell you truth, my lord, I have made
a strange discovery.
_Mons._ Excellent Pero, thou reviv'st me; may I
sink quick to perdition if my tongue discover it!_Per._ Tis thus, then: this last night my lord lay forth, and I, watching my ladies sitting up, stole up at midnight from my pallat, and (having before made a hole both through the wall and arras to her inmost chamber) I saw D'Ambois and herself reading a letter! 

_Mons._ D'Ambois!

_Per._ Even he, my lord.

_Mons._ Do'st thou not dreame, wench?

_Per._ I sweare he is the man.

_Mons._ The devil he is, and thy lady his dam! Why this was the happiest shot that ever flewe; the just plague of hypocrisie level'd it. Oh, the infinite regions betwixt a womans tongue and her heart! is this our Goddesse of chastity? I thought I could not be so sleighted, if she had not her fraught besides, and therefore plotted this with her woman, never dreaming of D'Amboys. Deare Pero, I will advance thee for ever: but tell me now--Gods pretious, it transformes mee with admiration--sweet Pero, whom should she trust with this conveyance? Or, all the dores being made sure, how should his conveyance be made?

_Per._ Nay, my lord, that amazes me: I cannot by any study so much as guesse at it.

_Mons._ Well, let's favour our apprehensions with forbearing that a little; for, if my heart were not hoopt with adamant, the conceipt of this would have burst it: but heark thee.             _Whispers._  

_Mont._ I pray thee, resolve mee: the Duke will never imagine that I am busie about's wife: hath D'Ambois any privy accesse to her? 

_An._ No, my lord, D'Ambois neglects her (as shee takes it) and is therefore suspicious that either your lady, or the lady Beaupre, hath closely entertain'd him.

_Mont._ Ber lady, a likely suspition, and very neere the life--especially of my wife.

_Mons._ Come, we'l disguise all with seeming onely to have courted.--Away, dry palm! sh'as a livor as dry as a bisket; a man may goe a whole voyage with her, and get nothing but tempests from her windpipe.

_Gui._ Here's one (I think) has swallowed a 

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