Acas. I've not wrong'd her.

Cham. Far be it from my fears.

Acas. Then why this argument?

Cham. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll bear it.

Acas. Go on.

Cham. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly;

Acas. I cannot guess your drift;

Cham. No, but I fear her weakness

Acas. Then first charge her; and if th' offence be found

[exit.

Cham. I thank you, from my soul.

Mon. Alas, my brother! what have I done?

Cham. Pr'ythee, why dost thou talk so?

Mon. Look kindly on me then; I cannot bear

Cham. Fear nothing, I will show myself a brother,

Mon. I never shall.

Cham. Then you'll remember too he was a man

Mon. I challenge envy,

Cham. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I

Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected!

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