ACT I., SCENE I.
Enter YOUNG MASTER ARTHUR and YOUNG MASTER LUSAM.
Y. ART. I tell you true, sir; but to every manI would not be so lavish of my speech:Only to you, my dear and private friend,Although my wife in every eye be heldOf beauty and of grace sufficient,Of honest birth and good behaviour,Able to win the strongest thoughts to her,Yet, in my mind, I hold her the most hatedAnd loathed object, that the world can yield.