_Jaq._ Even the two Rundlets, The two that was our hope, of Muskadel, (Better nev'r tongue tript over) those two Cannons, To batter brawn withal at _Christmass_, Sir, Ev'n those two lovely Twyns, the Enemy Had almost cut off clean. _Petru._ Goe trim the House up. And put the things in order as they were. [_Ex._ Ped. _and_ Jaq. I shall find time for all this: could I find her But constant any way, I had done my business; Were she a Whore directly, or a Scold, An unthrift, or a Woman made to hate me, I had my wish, and knew which way to rayne her: But while she shews all these, and all their losses, A kind of linsey woolsey, mingled mischief Not to be ghest at, and whether true, or borrowed, _Enter_ Maria. Not certain neither, What a hap had I, And what a tydie fortune, when my fate Flung me upon this Bear-whelp! here she comes, Now, if she have a colour, for the fault is A cleanly one, upon my Conscience I shall forgive her yet, and find a something Certain, I Married for: her wit: I'll marke her. _Mar._ Not let his Wife come near him in his sickness? Not come to comfort him? she that all Laws Of heaven, and Nations have ordain'd his second, Is she refus'd? and two old Paradoxes, Pieces of five and fifty, without faith Clapt in upon him? h'as a little pet, That all young Wives must follow necessary, Having their Maiden-heads-- _Petru._ This is an Axiome I never heard before. _Mar._ Or say Rebellion, If we durst be so foul, which two fair words Alas win us from, in an hour, an instant, We are so easie, make him so forgetful Both of his reason, honesty, and credit, As to deny his Wife a visitation? His Wife, that (though she was a little foolish,) Lov'd him, Oh Heaven forgive her for't! nay doted, Nay had run mad, had she not married him. _Petru._ Though I do know this falser than the Devil, I cannot choose but love it. _Mar._ What do I know But those that came to keep him, might have kill'd him, In what a case had I been then? I dare not Believe him such a base, debosh'd companion, That one refusal of a tender Maid Would make him faign this Sickness out of need, And take a Keeper to him of Fourscore To play at _Billiards_; one that mew'd content And all her teeth together; not come near him? _Petru._ This Woman would have made a most rare Jesuite, She can prevaricate on any thing: There was not to be thought a way to save her In all imagination, beside this. _Mar._ His unkind dealing, which was worst of all, In sending, who knowes whether, all the plate, And all the houshold-stuffe, had I not crost it, By a great providence, and my friends assistance Which he will thank me one day for: alas, I could have watch'd as well as they, have serv'd him In any use, better, and willinger. The Law commands me to do it, love commands me, And my own duty charges me.