WIT. O! I could ſhoote mine eyes at him, for that, now; Or leaue my teeth in’him, were they cuckolds bane, Inough to kill him. What prodigious, Blinde, and moſt wicked change of fortune’s this? 20 I ha’ no ayre of patience: an my vaines Swell, and my ſinewes ſtart at iniquity of it. I ſhall breake, breake. _The_ Diuell _ſpeakes below_. PVG. This for the malice of it, And my reuenge may paſſe! But, now, my conſcience Tells mee, I haue profited the cauſe of Hell 25 But little, in the breaking-off their loues. Which, if some other act of mine repaire not, I ſhall heare ill of in my accompt. Fitz-dottrel _enters with his wife as come downe_. FIT. O, Bird! Could you do this? ’gainſt me? and at this time, now? When I was ſo imploy’d, wholly for you, 30 Drown’d i’ my care (more, then the land, I ſweare, I’haue hope to win) to make you peere-leſſe? ſtudying, For footemen for you, fine pac’d huiſhers, pages, To ſerue you o’ the knee; with what Knights wife, To beare your traine, and ſit with your foure women 35 In councell, and receiue intelligences, From forraigne parts, to dreſſe you at all pieces! Y’haue (a’moſt) turn’d my good affection, to you; Sowr’d my ſweet thoughts; all my pure purpoſes: I could now finde (i’ my very heart) to make 40 Another, _Lady Dutcheſſe_; and depoſe you. Well, goe your waies in. _Diuell_, you haue redeem’d all. I doe forgiue you. And I’ll doe you good. [404] SD. om. SN.] FITZ-DOTTRELL _appears at his Wife’s back_. G [405] 8 SN. om. G || you,] you, you, W, G [406] 11 are.] are--W, G [407] 13 Sir.] Sir--Ed. [408] 16 I will W, G [409] 16 SN.] [_Strikes Mrs. Fitz. and leads her out._ G [410] 17 my 1641 [411] 22 th’iniquity G [412] 23 SN. om [_Exit._ SCENE III. _Another Room in_ Fitzdottrel’s _House. Enter_ PUG. G [413] 28 in om. 1641 || SN.] _Enter_ FITZDOTTREL _and his wife_. G [414] 30 employ’d 1716, f. [415] 31, 32 () ret. G [416] 38 You’ve 1716, f. || almost W, G [417] 42 [_Exit Mrs. Fitz._] G [418] 43 [_Exit Pug._ G ACT. II. SCENE. VIIJ. MERE-CRAFT. FITZ-DOTTREL. INGINE. TRAINES. Why ha you theſe excurſions? where ha’ you beene, Sir? [126] FIT. Where I ha’ beene vex’d a little, with a toy! MER. O Sir! no toyes muſt trouble your graue head, Now it is growing to be great. You muſt Be aboue all thoſe things. FIT. Nay, nay, ſo I will. 5 MER. Now you are to’ard the Lord, you muſt put off The man, Sir. ING. He ſaies true. MER. You muſt do nothing As you ha’ done it heretofore; not know, Or ſalute any man.