WIFE. How came you by such impudence a-late, minion? You're not content to entertain your playfellow In your own chamber closely, which I think Is large allowance for a lady's woman; There's many a good man's daughter is in service, And cannot get such favour of her mistress, But what she has by stealth; she and the chambermaid Are glad of one between them, and must you Give such bold freedom to your long-nos'd fellow, That every room must take a taste of him? LEO. Does that offend your ladyship? WIFE. How think you, forsooth? LEO. Then he shall do't again. WIFE. What? LEO. And again, madam: So often, till it please your ladyship; And when you like it, he shall do't no more. WIFE. What's this? LEO. I know no difference, virtuous madam, But in love all have privilege alike. WIFE. You're a bold quean. LEO. And are not you my mistress? WIFE. This is well, i' faith. LEO. You spare not your own flesh, no more than I; Hell take me, an' I spare you. WIFE. O, the wrongs That ladies do their honours, when they make Their slaves familiar with their weaknesses; They're ever thus rewarded for that deed; They stand in fear e'en of the grooms they feed. I must he forc'd to speak my woman fair now, And be first[468] friends with her--nay, all too little. She may undo me at her pleasure else; She knows the way so well, myself not better, My wanton folly made a key for her To all the private treasure of my heart; She may do what she list [_Aside_]. Come, Leonella. I am not angry with thee. LEO. Pish! WIFE. Faith, I am not. LEO. Why, what care I, an' you be! WIFE. Prythee, forgive me? LEO. I have nothing to say to you. WIFE. Come, thou shalt wear this jewel for my sake, A kiss and friends: we'll never quarrel more. LEO. Nay, choose you, faith; the best is, an' you do, You know who'll have the worst on't. WIFE. True, myself. [_Aside._ LEO. Little thinks she, I have set her forth already; I please my lord, yet keep her in awe too. [_Aside._ WIFE. One thing I had forgot; I prythee, wench, Steal to Votarius closely, and remember him To wear some privy armour then about him, That I may feign a fury without fear. LEO. Armour! when, madam?