+Blood.+ This is strange.[111] +Wid.+ But true, as she, whose chaste, immaculate soul Retains the noble stamp of her integrity With an undefac'd perfection--perchance as these. Nay, common fame hath scattered, you conceive me, Because pale Jealousy (Cupid's angry fool) Was frequent lodger at that sign of Folly-- My husband's soon suspicious heart--that I, In a close-clouded looseness, should expose him To that desperate distraction of his fortunes That sent him to the sea, to nourish her With your vain hope, that the fame of frequent suitors Was but a mask of loose 'scapes: like men at lotteries, You thought to put in for one, sir; but, believe me, You have drawn a blank. +Ran.+ By cat, hur look fery blank indeed. +Wid.+ O my beloved husband! However in thy life thy jealousy Sent thee so far to find death, I will be Married to nothing but thy memory! +Jar.+ Let her alone, if her husband do not know this---- +Omnes.+ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! +Blood.+ Her husband, I told you, was a madman. +Anc.+ Why, her husband's dead, sir. +Jar.+ He is not dead, sir; he had it spread o' purpose; he is in England, and in your house; and look, do you not see him? +Wid.+ Where, where? +Jar.+ Here, here he is that hath found rash jealousy, Love's joys, and a wife whose discreet carriage Can intimate to all men a fair freedom, And to one be faithful. Such a wife I prove, Her husband's glory, worth a wealthy love. +Wid.+ You're welcome to my soul, sir. +Blood.+ By my troth, Master Wag, this was a wag's trick indeed; but I knew I knew you; I remembered you a month ago, but that I had forgotten where I saw you. +Sim.+ I knew you were a crafty merchant;[112] you helped my master to such bargains upon the Exchange last night: here has been the merriest morning after it. +Alex.+ My pitcher's broke just at the well-head; but give me leave to tell you, sir, that you have a noble wife, and indeed such a one as would worthily feast the very discretion of a wise man's desire. Her wit ingeniously waits upon her virtue, and her virtue advisedly gives freedom to her wit; but because my marriage shall seriously proceed, I wed myself, sir, to obedience and filial regularity, and vow to redeem, in the duty of a son, the affection of a father. +Ran.+ By cat, was as well spoke as Randall hurself could talk. +Blood.+ All's forgotten now, my best son Alexander; And that thy wedding want no good company, I invite you all. +Jar.+ Come, my deserving wife, Wisdom this day re-marries us. And, gentlemen, From all our errors we'll extract this truth: Who vicious ends propose,[113] they stand on wheels, And the least turn of chance throws up their heels; But virtuous lovers ever green do last, Like laurel, which no lightening can blast. FOOTNOTES: