_Har. Jun._ Smothered they were, not dead; your eyes can kindle no
such petty fires, as only blaze a while, and strait go out.

_Isab._ You know, when I had far less ties upon me, I would not hear
you; therefore wonder not if I withdraw, and find the company.

_Har. Jun._ That would be too much cruelty, to make me wretched, and
then leave me so.

_Isab._ Am I in fault if you are miserable? so you may call the rich
man's wealth, the cause and object of the robber's guilt. Pray do not
persecute me farther: You know I have a husband now, and would be loth
to afflict his knowledge with your second folly.

_Har. Jun._ What wondrous care you take to make him happy! yet I
approve your method. Ignorance! oh, 'tis a jewel to a husband; that
is, 'tis peace in him, 'tis virtue in his wife, 'tis honour in the
world; he has all this, while he is ignorant.

_Isab._ You pervert my meaning: I would not keep my actions from his
knowledge; your bold attempts I would: But yet henceforth conceal your
impious flames; I shall not ever be thus indulgent to your shame, to
keep it from his notice.

_Har. Jun._ You are a woman; have enough of love for him and me; I
know the plenteous harvest all is his: He has so much of joy, that he
must labour under it. In charity, you may allow some gleanings to a
friend.

_Isab._ Now you grow rude: I'll hear no more.