_S. Wife._ My good husband, abuse him not, for he never proffered you any wrong. _Smith._ Nay, whore, thy part shall not be behind. _Adam._ Why, suppose, master, I have offended you, is it lawful for the master to beat the servant for all offences? _Smith._ Ay, marry, is it, knave. _Adam._ Then, master, will I prove by logic, that seeing all sins are to receive correction, the master is to be corrected of the man. And, sir, I pray you, what greater sin is than jealousy? 'tis like a mad dog that for anger bites himself: therefore that I may do my duty to you, good master, and to make a white[102] son of you, I will so beswinge jealousy out of you, as you shall love me the better while you live. _Smith._ What, beat thy master, knave? _Adam._ What, beat thy man, knave? and, ay, master, and double beat you, because you are a man of credit; and therefore have at you the fairest for forty pence. [_Beats the_ Smith. _Smith._ Alas, wife, help, help! my man kills me. _S. Wife._ Nay, even as you have baked, so brew: jealousy must be driven out by extremities. _Adam._ And that will I do, mistress. _Smith._ Hold thy hand, Adam; and not only I forgive and forget all, but I will give thee a good farm to live on. _Adam._ Begone, peasant, out of the compass of my further wrath, for I am a corrector of vice; and at night I will bring home my mistress. _Smith._ Even when you please, good Adam. _Adam._ When I please,--mark the words--'tis a lease-parol,[103] to have and to hold. Thou shalt be mine for ever: and so let's go to the ale-house. [_Exeunt._ _Oseas._ Where servants against masters do rebel, The commonweal may be accounted hell; For if the feet the head shall hold in scorn, The city's state will fall and be forlorn. This error, London, waiteth on thy state: Servants, amend, and, masters, leave to hate; Let love abound, and virtue reign in all; So God will hold his hand, that threateneth thrall. ACT THE FOURTH SCENE I.--_Joppa._ _Enter the_ Merchants _of Tharsus, the_ Master _of the Ship and some_ Sailors, _wet from the sea; with them the_ Governor _of Joppa._ _Gov._ What strange encounters met you on the sea, That thus your bark is batter'd by the floods, And you return thus sea-wreck'd as I see? _First Mer._ Most mighty Governor, the chance is strange, The tidings full of wonder and amaze, Which, better than we, our Master can report. _Gov._ Master, discourse us all the accident.