92Dice and voluptuous meetings, midnight Revels,

93Taking his bed with surfets. Ill beseeming

94The ancient honour of his House and Name:

95And this not all, but that which kills me most,

96When he recounts his losses and false fortunes,

97The weaknesse of his state so much dejected,

98Not as a man repentant, but half mad,

99His fortunes cannot answer his expence:

100He sits and sullenly locks up his armes,

101Forgetting heaven, looks downward, which makes

102Him appear so dreadfull, that he frights my heart:

103Walks heavily, as if his soule were earth;

104Not penitent for those his sins are past,

105But vext, his money cannot make them last:

106A fearfull melancholy, ungodly sorrow.

107Oh yonder he comes, now in despight of ills

108I'le speak to him, and I will hear him speak,

109And do my best to drive it from his heart.

111 Hus. Pox of the last throw, it made

112Five hundred Angels vanish from my sight:

113I'me damn'd, Ime damn'd, the Angels have forsook me;

114Nay 'tis certainly true: for he that has no coyn,

115Is damn'd in this world; he's gone, he's gone.

116 Wife. Dear Husband.

117 Hus. Oh! most punishment of all, I have a Wife.

118 Wife. I doe entreat you as you love your soule,

119Tell me the cause of this your discontent.

120 Hus. A vengeance strip thee naked, thou art cause,

122 Wife. Bad turn'd to worse?

123Both beggery of the soule as of the body,

124And so much unlike himself at first,

125As if some vexed spirit had got his form upon him.

127He comes again,

128He sayes I am the cause, I never yet

129Spoke lesse then words of duty and of love.

130 Hus. If marriage be honourable, then Cuckolds are

131honourable, for they cannot be made without marriage.

132Fool, what meant I to marry to get Beggars?

133Now must my eldest Son be a Knave or nothing, he can-

134not live but upoth' fool, for he will have no Land to

135maintain him: that morgage sits like a snaffle upon mine

136inheritance, and makes me chaw upon Iron.

137 My second Son must be a promoter, and my third a

138Thief, or an under-putter, a Slave Pander.

139Oh beggery, beggery, to what base uses doth it put a man.

140I think the Devil scorns to be a Bawd:

141He beares himself more proudly, has more care on his

142credite.

143Base, slavish, abject, filthy poverty.

144 Wi. Good sir, by all our vowes I doe beseech you,

145Shew me the true cause of your discontent.

146 Hus. Mony, mony, mony, and thou must supply me.

147 Wi. Alass, I am the least cause of your discontent.

148Yet what is mine, either in Rings or Jewels,

149Use to your own desire, but I beseech you,

150As you are a Gentleman by many bloods,

151Though I my self be out of your respect,

152Think on the state of these three lovely boyes

153You have been Father to.

154 Hus. Puh, Bastards, Bastards, Bastards, begot in tricks,

155begot in tricks.

156 Wi. Heaven knowes how those words wrong me,

157But I'le endure these griefs among a thousand more:

158Oh call to mind your Lands already morgag'd,

159Your self wound into debts, your hopefull Brother

160At the University into bonds for you,

161Like to be seiz'd upon. And-----

162 Hus. Ha done, thou Harlot,

163Whom though for fashion I married,

164I never could abide. Think'st thou thy words

165Shall kill my pleasure? fall off to thy friends,

166Thou and thy Bastards beg, I will not bate

167A whit in humour: Midnight still I love you,

168And revel in your company: curb'd in?

169Shall it be said in all societies,

170That I broke custome? that I flagd in money?

171No, those thy Jewels I will play as freely,

172As when my state was fullest.

173 Wife. Be it so.

174 Hus. Nay I protest, and take that for an earnest,

176I will for ever hold thee in contempt,

177And never touch the Sheets that cover thee,

178But be divorc't in bed, till thou consent,

179Thy dowry shall be sold to give new life

180Unto those pleasures which I most affect.

181 Wife. Sir, do but turn a gentle eye on me,

182And what the law shall give me leave to do,

183You shall command.

184 Hus.Look it be done, shall I want dust,

185And like a Slave wear nothing in my pockets,

187But my hands to fill them up with nayles?

188Oh much against my blood, let it be done,

189I was never made to be a loker on:

190A Bawde to Dice; I'le shake the Drabs my self,

191And make them yield, I say look it be done.

193 Hus. Speedily, speedily, I hate the very hour I chose

194a Wife, a trouble, trouble, three Children like three evils

195hang upon me, fie, fie, fie, strumpet and bastards, strum-

196pet and bastards.

198 1. Gent. Still do these loathsome thoughts jar on your

199Tongue?

200Your self to stain the honour of your Wife,

201Nobly discended; those whom men call mad,

202Endangers others, but he's more then mad

203That wounds himself, whose own words

204Do proclaime it is not fit, I pray forsake it.

205 2. Gen. Good sir, let modesty reprove you.

206 3. Gen. Let honest kindness sway so much with you.

207 Hus. God den, I thank you, sir, how do you? adieu, I

208am glad to see you, farewell Instructions, Admonitions.

211How now sirrha? what would you?

212 Ser. Onely to certifie you, sir, that my Mistresse was

213met by the way, by them who were sent for her up to

214London by her honourable Unckle, your Worships late

215Guardian.

216 Hus. So, sir, then she is gone, and so may you be,