Act III Scene 6

Arden: Come, Master Franklin, onwards with your tale.

I do assure you, sir, you take me much. A heavy blood is gathered at my heart, and on the sudden is my wind so short as hindereth the passage of my speech; so fierce a qualm yet ne’er assailed me.

Arden: I have been often so, and soon amended

Do you remember where my tale did leave?

Arden: Ay, where the gentleman did check his wife.

She being reprehended for the fact, witness produced that took her with the deed, her glove brought in which there she left behind, and many other assured arguments, her husband asked her whether it were not so.

Arden: And at the instant so approved upon her.

First did she cast her eyes down to the earth, watching the drops that fell amain from thence; Then softly she draws she forth her handkerchief, and modestly she wipes her tear-stained face; Then hemmed she out, to clear her voice should seem, and with a majesty addressed herself to encounter all their accusations - Pardon me, Arden, I can no more; This fighting at my heart makes short my wind.

Lord Cheiny: My Lord Protector’s man I take you to be.

Ay, my good lord, and highly bound to you.