Act,  scene

1    3,   3|    You should have better armed your heart, methinks,~And
2    5,   3|   my too foolish kindness armed him with,~To ruin me, to
3    5,   3|    I tell you once again: armed as he is~You never should
4    5,   3| known what weapons he was armed with,~I never should have
5    5,   6|    Cleante~His rights are armed; and this is how the scoundrel~