Though lust do mask in ne'er so strange disguise,
She 's oft found witty, but is never wise.
[Exit.]


Scene IV<60>

[Enter] CARDINAL and JULIA

CARDINAL. Sit: thou art my best of wishes. Prithee, tell me
What trick didst thou invent to come to Rome
Without thy husband?

JULIA. Why, my lord, I told him
I came to visit an old anchorite<61>
Here for devotion.

CARDINAL. Thou art a witty false one,--
I mean, to him.

JULIA. You have prevail'd with me
Beyond my strongest thoughts; I would not now
Find you inconstant.

CARDINAL. Do not put thyself
To such a voluntary torture, which proceeds
Out of your own guilt.

JULIA. How, my lord!