_Fran_. I'll take the law on you.
_Lov_. The law allows none to scold in their own causes: What
dost thou think the lawyers take our money for?
_Fran_. I hope you intend to deal by my husband like a gentleman,
as they say?
_Lov_. Then I should beat him most unmercifully, and not pay him
neither.
_Fran_. Come, you think to fobb me off with your jests, as you
do my husband; but it won't be: yonder he comes, and company with him.
Husband, husband! why, William, I say!
_Enter BIBBER, BURR, and FAILER, at the other end_.
_Lov_. Speak softly, and I will satisfy thee.
_Fran_. You shall not satisfy me, sir; pay me for what you owe
me, for chamber-rent and diet, and many a good thing besides, that
shall be nameless.
_Lov_. What a stygian woman's this, to talk thus? Hold thy tongue
'till they be gone, or I'll cuckold thy husband.
_Fran_. You cuckold him--would you durst cuckold him! I will not
hold my tongue, sir.
_Bib_. Yonder's my guest; what say you, gentlemen? Shall I call
him to go down with us?
_Lov_. I must make a loose from her, there's no other way. Save
ye, Mr Failer; is your cousin Trice stirring yet? Answer me quickly,
sir, is your cousin Trice yet stirring?
_Fail_. I'll go and see, sir. Sure the man has a mind to beat me;
but I vow to gad I have no mind to be beaten by him.
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