1 Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord An unkind breach, but you shall make all well.
2 Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success Which my thoughts aim'd not.
3 I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls thus about my neck.
4 If you do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life.
5 But pardon me: I do not in position Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear Her will, recoiling to her better judgement, May fall to match you with her country forms, And happily repent.
6 If you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us.
7 Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobance.
8 But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us.