WAN. 'Tis a truth, wench, I have gained from my own observations, and the paradox will be maintained. Take wise men for cuckolds, and fools to make them: for your wise man draws eyes and suspicion with his visit, and begets jealous thoughts in the husband, that his wife may be overcome with his parts; when the fool is welcome to both, pleaseth both; laughs with the one, and lies with the other, and all without suspicion. I tell thee, a fool that has money is the man. The wits and the we's, which is a distinct parreal of wit bound by itself, and to be sold at Wit-hall, or at the sign of the King's-head in the butchery: these wise things will make twenty jealous, ere one man a cuckold, when the family of fools will head a parish, ere they are suspected. BAWD. Well, I see one may live and learn: and if he be but as good at it now you are his own, as he was when he was your friend's friend (as they call it), you have got one of the best hiders of such a business in the town. Lord, how he would sister you at a play! WAN. Faith, 'tis as he is used at first; if he gets the bridle in's teeth, he'll ride to the devil; but if thou be'st true, we'll make him amble ere we have done. The plot is here, and if it thrive I'll alter the proverb, _The parson gets the children_, to, _The parson fathers them_. BAWD. Anything that may get rule: I love to wear the breeches. WAN. So do we all, wench. Empire 'tis all our aim; and I'll put my ranting Roger in a cage but I'll tame him. He loves already, which is an excellent ring in a fool's nose, and thou shalt hear him sing-- _Happy only is that family that shows A cock that's silent, and a hen that crows._ BAWD. Do this, I'll serve you for nothing: the impetuous slave had wont to taunt me for beating of my husband, and would sing that song in mockery of me. WAN. In revenge of which, thou (if thou wilt be faithful) shalt make him sing, _Happy is that family that shows A cock that's silent, and a hen that crows._ [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ PARSON, LOVEALL, _and_ FAITHFUL. LOVE. Go, you are a naughty man. Do you come hither to rail against an honest gentleman? I have heard how you fell out: you may be ashamed on't, a man of your coat. PAR. What! to speak truth, and perform my duty? The world cries out you are a scabbed sheep, and I am come to tar you; that is, give you notice how your fame suffers i' th' opinion of the world. LOVE. My fame, sirrah! 'Tis purer than thy doctrine. Get thee out of my house. FAITH. You uncivil fellow, you come hither to tell my lady of her faults, as if her own Levite could not discern 'em? LOVE. My own Levite! I hope he's better bred than to tell me of my faults. FAITH. He finds work enough to correct his dearly-beloved sinners. PAR. And the right worshipful my lady and yourself, they mend at leisure.