In the final scene of the play, Alsemero finally confronts his wife
ALSEMERO Did my fate wait for this unhappy stroke
At my first sight of woman?
ALSEMERO How do you?
BEATRICE How do I?
Alas! How do you? You look not well.
ALSEMERO You read me well enough; I am not well.
BEATRICE Not well, sir? Is't in my power to better you?
BEATRICE Nay, then y'are cur'd again.
ALSEMERO Pray resolve me one question, lady.
BEATRICE If I can.
ALSEMERO None can so sure. Are you honest?
BEATRICE Ha, ha, ha, that's a broad question, my lord.
ALSEMERO But that's not a modest answer, my lady:
Do you laugh? My doubts are strong upon me
BEATRICE 'Tis innocence that smiles, and no rough brow
Can take away the dimple in her cheek.
Say I should strain a tear to fill the vault,
Which would you give the better