_Zuc._ I shall lose my wits. 423 _Herc._ Be comforted, dear Don, you ha' none to leese. _Zuc._ My wife is grown like a Dutch crest, always rampant, rampant: 'fore I will endure this affliction, I will live by raking cockles out of kennels; nay, I will run my country,--forsake my religion,--go weave fustians,--or roll the wheel-barrow at Rotterdam. _Herc._ I would be divorced, despite her friends, or the oath of her chamber-maid. 431 _Zuc._ Nay, I will be divorced, in despite of 'em all; I'll go to law with her. _Herc._ That's excellent; nay, I would go to law. _Zuc._ Nay, I will go to law. _Herc._ Why, that's sport alone; what though it be most exacting? wherefore is money? _Zuc._ True, wherefore is money? 438 _Herc._ What, though you shall pay for every quill, each drop of ink, each minim, letter, tittle, comma, prick, each breath, nay, not only for thine own orator's prating, but for some other orator's silence,--though thou must buy silence with a full hand,--'tis well known Demosthenes[193] took above two thousand pound once only to hold his peace,--though thou a man of noble gentry, yet you must wait, and besiege his study door, which will prove more hard to be entered than old Troy, for that was gotten into by a wooden horse; but the entrance of this may chance cost thee a whole stock of cattle, _oves et boves, et coetera pecora campi_;--though then thou must sit there, thrust and contemned, bare-headed to a grograine scribe, ready to start up at the door creaking, press'd to get in, "with your leave, sir," to some surly groom, the third son of a rope-maker:[194]--what of all this? 454 _Zuc._ To a resolute mind these torments are not felt. _Herc._ A very arrant ass, when he is hungry, will feed on, though he be whipt to the bones, and shall a very arrant ass, Zuccone, be more virtuously patient than a noble---- _Don._ No, Fawn, the world shall know I have more virtue than so---- 461 _Herc._ Do so, and be wise. _Zuc._ I will, I warrant thee: so I may be revenged, what care I what I do? _Herc._ Call a dog worshipful? _Zuc._ Nay, I will embrace,--nay, I will embrace a jakes-farmer, after eleven o'clock at night,--I will stand bare, and give wall to a bellows-mender,--pawn my lordship,--sell my foot-cloth,[195]--but I will be revenged. Does she think she has married an ass? 470 _Herc._ A fool? _Zuc._ A coxcomb? _Herc._ A ninny-hammer? _Zuc._ A woodcock? _Herc._ A calf? _Zuc._ No, she shall find that I ha' eyes. _Herc._ And brain. _Zuc._ And nose. _Herc._ And forehead.