217But let her look that the thing be done she wots of,

218Or hell will stand more pleasant then her house at home.

221 Gent. Well or ill met, I care not.

222 Hus. No nor I.

223 Gent. I am come with confidence to chide you.

224 Hus. Who me? chide me? do't finely then, let it not

225move me, for if thou chid'st me angry, I shall strike.

226 Gent. Strike thine own follies, for it is they

227Deserve to be well beaten; we are now in private,

228There's none but thou and I, thou art fond and peevish,

229An unclean Rioter, thy lands and credit

230Lie now both sick of a consumption,

231I am sorry for thee; that man spends with shame,

232That with his riches doth consume his name,

233And such art thou.

234 Hus. Peace.

235 Gent. No, thou shalt hear me further.

236Thy fathers and fore-fathers worthy honours,

237Which were our Countrey monuments, our grace,

238Follies in thee begin now to deface.

239The spring time of thy youth did fairly promise

240Such a most fruitfull summer to thy friends,

241It scarce can enter into mens beliefs,

242Such dearth should hang on thee, we that see it,

243Are sorry to believe it: in thy change,

244This voice into all places will be hurld:

245Thou and the Devil has deceiv'd the world.

246 Hus. I'le not endure thee.

247 Gent. But of all the worst,

248Thy virtuous wife, right honourably allied,

249Thou hast proclaim'd a strumpet.

250 Hus. Nay then I know thee,

251Thou art lier Champion thou, her private friend,

252The party you wot on.

253 Gent. Oh ignoble thought,

254I am past my patient bloud, shall I stand idle

255And see my reputation toucht to death?

256 Hus. This has gal'd you, has it?

257 Gent. No monster, I prove

258My thoughts did onely tend to virtuous love.

259 Hus. Love of her virtues? there it goes.

260 Gent. Base spirit, to lay thy hate upon

261The fruitfull honour of thine own bed.

263 Hus. Oh.

264 Gent. Wilt thou yield it yet?

265 Hus. Sir, sir, I have not done with you.

267 Hus. Have you got tricks? are you in cunning with me?

268 Gent. No, plain and right.

269He needs no cunning that for truth doth fight.

271 Hus. Hard fortune, am I level'd with the ground?

272 Gent. Now, sir, you lie at mercy.

273 Hus. I, you slave.

274 Gent. Alas, that hate should bring us to our grave,

275You see, my Sword's not thirsty for your life,

276I am sorrier for your wound, then your self;

277Y'are of a virtuous house, shew virtuous deeds,

278'Tis not your honour, 'tis your folly bleeds:

279Much good has been expected in your life,

280Cancel not all mens hopes, you have a Wife,

281Kind and obedient: heap not wrongfull shame

282On her and your posterity: let only sin be sore,

283And by this fall, rise never to fall more.

285 Hus. Has the dog left me then,

286After his tooth hath left me? Oh, my heart

287Would fain leap after him, revenge I say,

288I'me mad to be reveng'd, my strumpet Wife,

289It is thy quarrel that rips thus my flesh,

290And makes my breast spit bloud, but thou shalt bleed:

291Vanquisht? got down? unable e'en to speak?

292Surely 'tis want of money makes men weak,

295 Ser. Faith Mistress, if it may not be presumption

296In me to tell you so, for his excuse

297You had small reason, knowing his abuse.

298 Wife. I grant I had, but alas,

299Why should our faults at home be spread abroad?

300'Tis grief enough within doors; at first sight

301Mine Uncle could run o're his prodigal life

302As perfectly, as if his serious eye

303Had numbred all his follies:

304Knew of his morgag'd lands, his friends in bonds,

305Himself withered with debt; and in that minute

306Had I added his usage and unkindness,

307'Twould have confounded every thought of good:

308Where now, fathering his riots on his youth,

309Which time and tame experience will shake off,

310Guessing his kindness to me (as I smooth'd him

311With all the skill I had) though his deserts

312Are in form uglier then an unshapt Bear.

313He's ready to prefer him to some Office

314And place at Court: a good and sure releif

315To all his stooping fortunes, 'twill be a means, I hope,

316To make new league between us, and redeem

317His virtues with his lands.

318 Ser. I should think so: Mistress, if he should not now

319be kind to you, and love you, and cherish you up, I should

320think the Devil himself kept open house in him.

321 Wife. I doubt not but he will now, prythee leave me,

322I think I hear him coming.

324 Wife. By this good means I shall preserve my lands,

325And free my husband out of Usurers hands:

326Now there is no need of sale, my Uncle's kind,

327I hope, if ought, this will content his mind.

329 Hus. Now, are you come? where's the money? let's

330see the money, is the rubbish sold? those wiseakers your

331Lands, why then, the money, where is it? poure it

332down, down with it, down with it; I say pour't on the

333groound, let's see it, let's see it.

334 Wife. Good sir, keep but in patience, and I hope

335My words shall like you well, I bring you better

336Comfort then the sale of my Dowry.

337 Hus. Ha, what's that?

338 Wife. Pray do not fright me, sir, but vouchsafe me hear-

339ing. My Uncle, glad of your kindness to me and mild use-

340age (for so I made it to him) hath in pitty of your decli-

341ning fortunes, provided a place for you at Court, of worth

342and credit; which so much overjoyed me----

343 Hus. Out on thee, filth, over and over-joyed,

345Thou politick whore, subtiller then nine Devils, was