HUSBAND. Now, are you come? where’s the money? let’s see the money. Is the rubbish sold, those wiseakers your lands? why, when? the money! where ist? powr’t down, down with it, down with it: I say powr’t oth ground! lets see’t, lets see’t. WIFE. Good sir, keep but in patience and I hope My words shall like you well: I bring you better Comfort then the sale of my Dowrie. HUSBAND. Ha, whats that? WIFE. Pray, do not fright me, sir, but vouchsafe me hearing: my Uncle, glad of your kindness to me and mild usage—for so I made it to him—has in pity of your declining fortunes, provided a place for you at Court of worth and credit, which so much overjoyed me— HUSBAND. Out on thee, filth! over and over-joyed, [spurns her] when I’m in torments? Thou pollitick whore, subtiller then nine Devils, was this thy journey to Nuncke, to set down the history of me, of my state and fortunes? Shall I that Dedicated my self to pleasure, be now confind in service to crouch and stand like an old man ith hams, my hat off? I that never could abide to uncover my head ith Church? base slut! this fruit bears thy complaints. WIFE. Oh, heaven knows That my complaints were praises, and best words Of you and your estate: only my friends Knew of our mortgaged Lands, and were possest Of every accident before I came. If thou suspect it but a plot in me To keep my dowrie, or for mine own good Or my poor childrens: (though it suits a mother To show a natural care in their reliefs) Yet I’ll forget my self to calm your blood: Consume it, as your pleasure counsels you, And all I wish e’en Clemency affords: Give me but comely looks and modest words. HUSBAND. Money, hore, money, or I’ll— [Draws his dagger.] [Enters a servant very hastily.] What the devil? how now? thy hasty news? [To his man.] SERVINGMAN. May it please you, sir— [Servant in a fear.] HUSBAND. What? May I not look upon my dagger? Speak villain, or I will execute the point on thee: quick, short. SERVINGMAN. Why, sir, a gentleman from the University stays below to speak with you. HUSBAND. From the University? so! University— That long word runs through me. [Exit.] WIFE. Was ever wife so wretchedly beset? [Wife alone.] Had not this news stept in between, the point Had offered violence unto my breast. That which some women call great misery Would show but little here: would scarce be seen Amongst my miseries. I may Compare For wretched fortunes with all wives that are. Nothing will please him, until all be nothing. He calls it slavery to be preferd, A place of credit a base servitude. What shall become of me, and my poor children, Two here, and one at nurse, my pretty beggers? I see how ruin with a palsy hand Begins to shake the auncient seat to dust: The heavy weight of sorrow draws my lids Over my dankish eyes: I can scarce see: Thus grief will last; it wakes and sleeps with me. [Exit.] SCENE IV. Another apartment in the same. [Enter the Husband with the master of the College.]