W. SMALL. Why, my good father, what should you do with a wife? Would you be crested? Will you needs thrust your head In one of Vulcan's helmets? Will you perforce Wear a city cap and a court feather? OLIVER. Villain, slave, thou hast wrong'd my wife. W. SMALL. Not so; Speak, my good wench, have I not done thee right? TAF. I find no fault; and I protest, Sir Oliver, I'd not have lost the last two hours' sleep I had by him for all the wealth you have. OLIVER. Villain--slave, I'll hang thee by the statute; Thou hast two wives. W. SMALL. Be not so furious, sir. I have but this: the other was my whore, Which now is married to an honest lawyer. OLIVER. Thou villain--slave, thou hast abus'd thy father. BOUT. "Your son, i' faith, your very son, i' faith! The villain-boy has one trick of his sire, Has firk'd away the wench, has pierc'd the hogshead, And knows by this the vintage."[442] OLIVER. I am undone. BOUT. You could not love the widow, but her wealth. OLIVER. The devil take my soul, but I did love her. TAF. That oath doth show you are a Northern knight, And of all men alive, I'll never trust A northern man in love. OLIVER. And why, and why, slut? TAF. Because the first word he speaks is, the devil Take his soul; and who will give him trust, That once has given his soul unto the devil? W. SMALL. She says most true, father; the soul once gone, The best part of man is gone. TAF. And, i' faith, If the best part of a man is gone, The rest of the body is not worth a rush, Though it be ne'er so handsome. _Enter_ LADY SOMMERFIELD, THROAT _and_ BEARD _bound, and_ JUSTICE TUTCHIN. LADY SOM. Bring them away. W. SMALL. How now? My lawyer pinion'd! I begin to stink Already. LADY SOM. Cheater, my daughter! W. SMALL. She's mad. THROAT. My wife, sir, my wife! W. SMALL. They're mad, stark mad: I am sorry, sir, you have lost those happy wits, By which you liv'd so well. The air grows cold: Therefore I'll take my leave. LADY SOM. So, stay him, officers. Sir, 'tis not your tricks of wit can carry it. Officers, attach him and this gentleman For stealing away my heir. W. SMALL. You do me wrong; Heart! I never saw your heir. THROAT. That's a lie: You stole her, and by chance I married her. W. SMALL. God give you joy, sir.