[_Aloud_] For tho’ I say it be true, that our wives spend a great deal of money on our clerks, _Et cætera, quæ nunc perscribere longum est_, and cuckolded us as often as they pleas’d, in spite of our teeth; and though I will not deny that they were as profuse as _Heliogabalus_, or _Caligula_, and as proud as _Lucifer_, (with submission to your lordship) yet (now comes the paradox) yet, I say, (pray mind this) _we did not get money to maintain their_ luxury, _but they maintain’d their_ luxury _out of the money that we got_: which, I humbly conceive, falls not under the same predicament, but brings us within the act of _Habeas Corpus_, that we may not be carry’d away into the den of ordinary cuckolds. For, to give your lordship yet a more lively representation of this matter in question, be pleas’d to reflect on another very pertinent precedent in my lord _Coke_, where _John-a-Noakes_ is tenant only for life, and _John-a Stiles_ tenant in tail---- _Luc._ Heyday! what, is it _Midsummer_-moon with mankind? what have we got here! a cuckold hornmad, prating nonsense, and salving his knavery and folly with a quirk in law, a turn of a sentence? those shams won’t take here, where there needs no fee for counsel, nor bribe for judgment. Away with him and his villainous tribe. _Lawyer’s Ghost._ Nay, but, my lord, I humbly move your honour, that we may not be condemn’d, _Causa indicta_, that is not right or equitable: wherefore I beseech your lordship to have some regard to me, as I am a barrister of thirty years standing, and a serjeant of ten, that you wou’d be pleas’d to reflect, that tho’ I cheated the ignorant, and squeez’d and impos’d on the necessitous.-- _Luc._ Has not hell yet brought thee to thy senses? Away with this impertinent fellow, and all this black gang, among the rest of the most deprav’d cuckolds, but in the most deepest cavern, for whom they shall plead, _in Forma Pauperis_, till their lungs crack, without fees; let the [Illustration: _The Poets Hell describ’d._ _Voll. IV. p. 321._ ] writings of their ill got estates be for their food. Scoundrels, that had no more sense, than after they had cheated so many wise and honest men, to suffer themselves to be abus’d by women! away with them, away with them. _Lawyer._ As to that, my lord, I always fetch’d my dear home in her coach from her gallant, who had pawn’d her in a tavern.---- _Luc._ Away with them I say; what, am I not obey’d! _As they are carry’d off, they cry_, O tempora! O mores! * * * * * _Luc._ Who art thou, with so precise a grimace?