_Isab._ I'll ne'r live with him, I crave your loves all to make known my cause, That so a fair Divorce may pass between us, I am weary of my life: in danger hourly. _Bar._ You see how rude you are, I will not miss ye, Unsufferable rude: I'll pay him soundly, You should be whipt in Bedlam: I'll reward him. _2 Gentlew._ Whipping's too good. _Lop._ I think I am alive still, And in my wits. _Bar._ I'll put a trick upon him, And get his goods confiscate: you shall have 'em; I will not fail at nine. _Lop._ I think I am here too, And once I would have sworn I had taken her napping, I think my name is _Lopez_. _Gent._ Fie for shame, Sir, You see you have abus'd her, fouly wrong'd her, Hung scandalous and course opinions on her, Which now you find but children of suspition: Ask her forgiveness, shew a penitence, She is my kinswoman, and what she suffers Under so base and beastly jealousies, I will redress else, I'll seek satisfaction. _Bar._ Why, every boy i' th' Town will piss upon thee. _Lop._ I am sorry for't. _1 Gentlew._ Down o' your marrow-bones. _Lop._ Even sorry from my heart: forgive me sweet wife, Here I confess most freely I have wrong'd ye, As freely here I beg a pardon of ye, From this hour no debate, no cross suspition-- _Isab._ To shew ye Sir I understand a wives part, Thus I assure my love, and seal your pardon. _2 Gentlew._ 'Tis well done, now to bed, and there confirm it. _Gent._ And so good night. _Bar._ Aware relapses, _Lopez_. [_Exeunt._ _Lop._ Now _Isabella_ tell me truth, and suddainly, And do not juggle with me, nor dissemble, For as I have a life ye dye then: I am not mad, Nor does the Devil work upon my weakness, Tell me the trick of this, and tell me freely. _Isab._ Will then that satisfie ye? _Lop._ If ye deal ingeniously. _Isab._ I'll tell ye all; and tell ye true and freely. _Bartello_ was the end of all this jealousie, His often visitations brought by you, first Bred all these fits, and these suspitions: I knew your false key, and accordingly I fram'd my plot, to have you take him finely, Too poor a pennance for the wrong his wife bears, His worthy virtuous wife: I felt it sensibly When ye took off the string, and was much pleas'd in't, Because I wish'd his importunate dotage paid well, And had you staid two minutes more, ye had had him. _Lop._ This sounds like truth. _Isab._ Because this shall be certain, Next time he comes, as long he cannot tarry, Your self shall see, and hear, his lewd temptatio[n]s.