“Kemp. Some iealous Coxcombe.
“Harl. Right, and that part will I play.
“Kemp. The iealous Cox-combe?
“Harl. I ha plaid that part euer since—
“Kemp. Your wife plaid the Curtizan.
“Harl. True, and a great while afore: then I must haue a peasant to my man, and he must keepe my wife.
“Kemp. Your man, and a peasant, keepe your wife! I haue knowne a Gentleman keepe a peasants wife, but ’tis not vsuall for a peasant to keepe his maisters wife.
“Harl. O, ’tis common in our countrey.
“Kē. And ile maintaine the custome of the coūtry.
Offer to kisse his wife.