SUB. And I called her pretty rogue, and I thrust my finger betwixt her breasts, and I made lips. At last, I pulled her by the chin to me, and I kissed her. HUS. Hum!--very good. SUB. So at the first she kissed very strangely, close and untoward. Then said I to her, think but upon the wrongs, the intolerable wrongs, the rogue your husband does you. HUS. Ay, that was very good: what said she to you then, sir? SUB. Nay, I went on. First, quoth I, think how he hath used you--left you no means, given all your clothes to his punks; struck you, turned your grey eyes into black ones, but yet---- HUS. A pretty conceit! SUB. Quoth I, these things are nothing in the rascal: think but what a base whoremaster the rascal is. HUS. Did you call me rascal so often, are you sure? SUB. Yes, and oftener; for, said I, none comes amiss to the rogue. I have known him, quoth I, do three lousy beggars under hedges in the riding of ten mile, and I swore this too. HUS. 'Twas very well; but you did lie. On, pray. SUB. Pish! one must lie a little. Now, sir, by this time she began to kiss somewhat more openly and familiarly, her resistance began to slacken, and my assault began to stiffen. The more her bulwark decayed, the more my battery fortified. At last, sir, a little fumbling being passed to make the conquest more difficult, she perceiving my artillery[133] mounted, falls me flat upon her back, cries me out aloud-- Alas! I yield. Use me not roughly, friend; My fort that, like Troy town, ten years hath stood Besieg'd and shot at, did remain unwon; But now 'tis conquer'd. So the deed was done. HUS. Then came the hottest service. Forward with your tale, sir. SUB. Nay, _Cætera quis nescit? lassi requievimus ambo: Proveniant medii sic mihi sæpe dies_.[134] HUS. Which is as much as to say I am a cuckold in all languages! But sure, 'tis not so? it is impossible my wife should yield. SUB. Heyday! ev'n now it was impossible she should hold out, and now it is impossible she should yield. Stay you but here, and be an ear-witness to what follows. I'll fetch your wife. [_Aside._] I know he will not stay. [_Exit._ HUS. Good faith, sir, but he will. I do suspect some knavery in this. Here will I hide myself; when thought as gone, If they do ought unfitting, I will call Witness, and straightway sue [for] a divorce. [_Aside. Exit._ _Enter_ WIFE _and_ SUBTLE. SUB. I knew he would not stay. Now, noble mistress, I claim your promise. WIFE. What was that, good servant? SUB. That you would lie with me.