WIFE. Sir, I did think you had esteem'd of him, As you made show; therefore I us'd him well, And yet not so, but that the strictest eye I durst have made a witness of my carriage. HUS. Plague o' your carriage! why, he kiss'd your hand, Look'd babies in your eyes, and wink'd and pink'd. You thought I had esteem'd him! 'Sblood. you whore! Do not I know that you do know you lie? When didst thou hear me say and mean one thing? O, I could kick you now, and tear your face, And eat thy breasts like udders. WIFE. Sir, you may, But if I know what hath deserv'd all this, I am no woman: 'cause he kiss'd my hand Unwillingly? HUS. A little louder, pray. WIFE. You are a base fellow, an unworthy man, As e'er poor gentlewoman match'd withal. Why should you make such show of love to any Without the truth? thy beastly mind is like Some decay'd tradesman, that doth make his wife Entertain those for gain he not endures. Pish! swell and burst: I had rather with thy sword Be hew'd to pieces, than lead such a life. Out with it, valiant sir: I hold you for A drawer upon women, not on men. I will no more conceal your hollow heart, But e'en report you as you are in truth. HUS. This is call'd marriage. Stop your mouth, you whore. WIFE. Thy mother was a whore, if I be one. HUS. You know there's company in the house. _Enter_ SUBTLE. Sweet friend, what, have you writ your letter? SUB. Tis done, dear friend: I have made you stay too long; I fear you'll be benighted. HUS. Fie! no, no. Madam and sweetest wife, farewell; God bless us. Make much of Master Subtle here, my friend, [_Kisses her._ Till my return, which may be ev'n as't happens, According as my business hath success. [_Exit._ SUB. How will you pass the time now, fairest mistress? WIFE. In troth, I know not: wives without their husbands, Methinks, are low'ring days. SUB. Indeed, some wives Are like dead bodies in their husbands' absence. WIFE. If any wife be, I must needs be so, That have a husband far above all men; Untainted with the humours others have, A perfect man, and one that loves you truly: You see the charge he left of your good usage. SUB. Pish! he's an ass, I know him; a stark ass, Of a most barbarous condition, False-hearted to his friend, rough unto you; A most dissembling and perfidious fellow. I care not if he heard me: this I know, And will make good upon him with my sword, Or any for him--for he will not fight.