MRS MA. Now, Arthur, if I knew What in this world would most torment thy soul, That I would do; would all my evil usage Could make thee straight despair and hang thyself! Now, I remember:--where is Arthur's man, Pipkin? that slave! go, turn him out of doors; None that loves Arthur shall have house-room here. _Enter_ PIPKIN. Yonder he comes; Brabo, discard the fellow. Y. ART. Shall I be over-master'd in my own? Be thyself, Arthur:--strumpet! he shall stay. MRS MA. What! shall he, Brabo? shall he, Mistress Splay? BRA. Shall he? he shall not: breathes there any living Dares say he shall, when Brabo says he shall not? Y. ART. Is there no law for this? she is my wife; Should I complain, I should be rather mock'd. I am content; keep by thee whom thou list. Discharge whom thou think'st good; do what thou wilt, Rise, go to bed, stay at home, or go abroad At thy good pleasure, keep all companies; So that, for all this, I may have but peace. Be unto me as I was to my wife; Only give me, what I denied her then, A little love, and some small quietness-- If he displease thee, turn him out of doors. PIP. Who, me? Turn me out of doors? Is this all the wages I shall have at the year's end, to be turned out of doors? You, mistress! you are a-- MRS SPLAY. A what? speak, a what? touch her and touch me, taint her and taint me; speak, speak, a what? PIP. Marry, a woman that is kin to the frost.[22] MRS SPLAY. How do you mean that? PIP. And you are akin to the Latin word, to understand. MRS SPLAY. And what's that? PIP. _Subaudi, subaudi_? and, sir, do you not use to pink doublets? MRS SPLAY. And why? PIP. I took you for a cutter, you are of a great kindred; you are a common cozener, everybody calls you cousin; besides, they say you are a very good warrener, you have been an old coneycatcher: but, if I be turned a-begging, as I know not what I am born to, and that you ever come to the said trade, as nothing is unpossible, I'll set all the commonwealth of beggars on your back, and all the congregation of vermin shall be put to your keeping; and then if you be not more bitten than all the company of beggars besides, I'll not have my will: zounds! turned out of doors! I'll go and set up my trade; a dish to drink in, that I have within; a wallet, that I'll make of an old shirt; then my speech, For the Lord's sake, I beseech your worship; then I must have a lame leg; I'll go to football and break my shins--and I am provided for that. BRA. What! stands the villain prating? hence, you slave! [_Exit_ PIPKIN. Y. ART. Art thou yet pleas'd? MRS MA. When I have had my humour. Y. ART. Good friends, for manners' sake awhile withdraw. BRA. It is our pleasure, sir, to stand aside. [MISTRESS SPLAY _and_ BRABO _stand aside_.