While she, all bitter tears, doth watch and weep.
And then will bickering be rife, and woe;
So should he in his anger lay
But finger on his wife, feuds, floutings,
And dishonours dark arise.
Such matrimony is a perjured life,
And man and wife as chainèd galley-slaves
Do go in pairs, and find unhappy graves.
Arnaldo. Can this Marin such mischief coin?
Lidio. Already have I said too much,
And think my counsels sound amiss.
Arnaldo. Malice is ever found when sought, I know;
So when some servants nod and shrug,
Speaking soft slanders of their craft,
I then suspect that malice leads,
Or envy cankers in the heart, and breeds.
Lidio. Such may be known in palaces.
Arnaldo. Envy a crevice finds in every wall.
Lidio. So telling all I know and think,
I'm like the judge who rated well and flogg'd
The cheat; and when the flogging's o'er,
The cheat has stripes and fame to boot,
Some thinking him an injured man.
To thy taste this rogue Marin, this cheat,
May be both good and most discreet.
Arnaldo. Thy tongue doth wag too fast;
And I am tired and care not now to answer thee.
Lidio. Stern truth no answer doth admit,
I confess, yon rogue, I much distrust;
And I am bound, with loyalty unshaken,
To name the truths I know, however taken. [Exit Arnaldo.
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