fixed. JULIA. So, my lord. CARDINAL. We had need go borrow that fantastic glass Invented by Galileo the Florentine To view another spacious world i' th' moon, And look to find a constant woman there. JULIA. This is very well, my lord. CARDINAL. Why do you weep? Are tears your justification? The self-same tears Will fall into your husband's bosom, lady, With a loud protestation that you love him Above the world. Come, I 'll love you wisely, That 's jealously; since I am very certain You cannot make me cuckold. JULIA. I 'll go home To my husband. CARDINAL. You may thank me, lady, I have taken you off your melancholy perch, Bore you upon my fist, and show'd you game, And let you fly at it.—I pray thee, kiss me.—   When thou wast with thy husband, thou wast watch'd Like a tame elephant:—still you are to thank me:—   Thou hadst only kisses from him and high feeding; But what delight was that?  'Twas just like one That hath a little fing'ring on the lute, Yet cannot tune it:—still you are to thank me. JULIA. You told me of a piteous wound i' th' heart, And a sick liver, when you woo'd me first, And spake like one in physic.[63]    CARDINAL. Who 's that?——        [Enter Servant]   Rest firm, for my affection to thee,   Lightning moves slow to 't. SERVANT. Madam, a gentleman, That 's come post from Malfi, desires to see you. CARDINAL. Let him enter:  I 'll withdraw. Exit. SERVANT. He says Your husband, old Castruccio, is come to Rome, Most pitifully tir'd with riding post.        [Exit.]         [Enter DELIO]    JULIA.  [Aside.] Signior Delio! 'tis one of my old suitors. DELIO. I was bold to come and see you. JULIA. Sir, you are welcome. DELIO. Do you lie here? JULIA. Sure, your own experience Will satisfy you no:  our Roman prelates Do not keep lodging for ladies. DELIO. Very well:   I have brought you no commendations from your husband, For I know none by him. JULIA. I hear he 's come to Rome. DELIO. I never knew man and beast, of a horse and a knight, So weary of each other. If he had had a good back, He would have undertook to have borne his horse, His breech was so pitifully sore. JULIA. Your laughter Is my pity. DELIO. Lady, I know not whether You want money, but I have brought you some. JULIA. From my husband? DELIO. No, from mine own allowance. JULIA. I must hear the condition, ere I be bound to take it.    

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