275Adr. Neither my husband nor the slaue return'd,

276That in such haste I sent to seeke his Master?

277Sure Luciana it is two a clocke.

278Luc. Perhaps some Merchant hath inuited him,

279And from the Mart he's somewhere gone to dinner:

280Good Sister let vs dine, and neuer fret;

281A man is Master of his libertie:

282Time is their Master, and when they see time,

283They'll goe or come; if so, be patient Sister.

284Adr. Why should their libertie then ours be more?

285Luc. Because their businesse still lies out adore.

286Adr. Looke when I serue him so, he takes it thus.

287Luc. Oh, know he is the bridle of your will.

288Adr. There's none but asses will be bridled so.

289Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lasht with woe:

290There's nothing situate vnder heauens eye,

291But hath his bound in earth, in sea, in skie.

292The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowles

293Are their males subiects, and at their controules:

294Man more diuine, the Master of all these,

295Lord of the wide world, and wilde watry seas,

296Indued with intellectuall sence and soules,

297Of more preheminence then fish and fowles,

298Are masters to their females, and their Lords:

299Then let your will attend on their accords.

300Adri. This seruitude makes you to keepe vnwed.

301Luci. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed.

302Adr. But were you wedded, you wold bear some sway

303Luc. Ere I learne loue, Ile practise to obey.

304Adr. How if your husband start some other where?

305Luc. Till he come home againe, I would forbeare.

306Adr. Patience vnmou'd, no maruel though she pause,

307They can be meeke, that haue no other cause:

308A wretched soule bruis'd with aduersitie,

309We bid be quiet when we heare it crie.

310But were we burdned with like waight of paine,

311As much, or more, we should our selues complaine:

312So thou that hast no vnkinde mate to greeue thee,

313With vrging helpelesse patience would releeue me;

314But if thou liue to see like right bereft,

315This foole-beg'd patience in thee will be left.

316Luci. Well, I will marry one day but to trie:

317Heere comes your man, now is your husband nie.

319Adr. Say, is your tardie master now at hand?

320E.Dro. Nay, hee's at too hands with mee, and that my

321two eares can witnesse.

322Adr. Say, didst thou speake with him? knowst thou

323his minde?

324E.Dro. I, I, he told his minde vpon mine eare,

325Beshrew his hand, I scarce could vnderstand it.

326Luc. Spake hee so doubtfully, thou couldst not feele

327his meaning.

328E.Dro. Nay, hee strooke so plainly, I could too well

329feele his blowes; and withall so doubtfully, that I could

330scarce vnderstand them.

331Adri. But say, I prethee, is he comming home?

332It seemes he hath great care to please his wife.

333E.Dro. Why Mistresse, sure my Master is horne mad.

334Adri. Horne mad, thou villaine?

335E.Dro. I meane not Cuckold mad,

336But sure he is starke mad:

337When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,

338He ask'd me for a hundred markes in gold:

339'Tis dinner time, quoth I: my gold, quoth he:

340Your meat doth burne, quoth I: my gold quoth he:

341Will you come, quoth I: my gold, quoth he;

342Where is the thousand markes I gaue thee villaine?

343The Pigge quoth I, is burn'd: my gold, quoth he:

344My mistresse, sir, quoth I: hang vp thy Mistresse:

345I know not thy mistresse, out on thy mistresse.

346Luci. Quoth who?

347E.Dr. Quoth my Master,

I know quoth he, no house,

348no wife, no mistresse: so that my arrant due vnto my

349tongue, I thanke him, I bare home vpon my shoulders:

350for in conclusion, he did beat me there.

351Adri. Go back againe, thou slaue, & fetch him home.

352Dro. Goe backe againe, and be new beaten home?

353For Gods sake send some other messenger.

H 2 Adri. Backe

354Adri. Backe slaue, or I will breake thy pate a-crosse.

355Dro. And he will blesse y^t crosse with other beating:

356Betweene you, I shall haue a holy head.

357Adri. Hence prating pesant, fetch thy Master home.

358Dro. Am I so round with you, as you with me,

359That like a foot-ball you doe spurne me thus:

360You spurne me hence, and he will spurne me hither,

361If I last in this seruice, you must case me in leather.

362Luci. Fie how impatience lowreth in your face.

363Adri. His company must do his minions grace,

364Whil'st I at home starue for a merrie looke:

365Hath homelie age th' alluring beauty tooke

366From my poore cheeke? then he hath wasted it.

367Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit,

368If voluble and sharpe discourse be mar'd,

369Vnkindnesse blunts it more then marble hard.

370Doe their gay vestments his affections baite?

371That's not my fault, hee's master of my state.

372What ruines are in me that can be found,

373By him not ruin'd? Then is he the ground

374Of my defeatures. My decayed faire,

375A sunnie looke of his, would soone repaire.

376But, too vnruly Deere, he breakes the pale,

377And feedes from home; poore I am but his stale.

378Luci. Selfe-harming Iealousie; fie beat it hence.

379Ad. Vnfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispence:

380I know his eye doth homage other-where,

381Or else, what lets it but he would be here?

382Sister, you know he promis'd me a chaine,

383Would that alone, a loue he would detaine,

384So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed:

385I see the Iewell best enamaled

386Will loose his beautie: yet the gold bides still

387That others touch, and often touching will,

388Where gold and no man that hath a name,

389By falshood and corruption doth it shame:

390Since that my beautie cannot please his eie,

391Ile weepe (what's left away) and weeping die.

392Luci. How manie fond fooles serue mad Ielousie?