Cæl. ’Tis the Confession that I told you of.
Anto. I might have read it then, and ne’re askt you, had
I but known it.
Cæl. If your Lordship pleases you may read it.
Anto. No, no, I will not, but prethee keep it better.
Cæl. My Lord, there are some Tenants, who desire to express
their Loves by Rural Recreations—
Anto. Bid e’m stay, their sports are more in season after Dinner.
So willing now to have it read, and yet before so backward!
[Ex. Cæl.
Why, this confirms me she is false, it was contriv’d
on purpose for my sight. The Devil’s not so cunning
as a Woman.
[Enter Nurse.
Oh, Beldame, are you come? Tell me, you Bawd,
Who Whores my Wife? For Whore I know she is,
And you’re her Bawd. Tell me, I say, the man,
The place, the Circumstance, and very time,
Or I will quarter thee, and throw thy flesh to’th’ dogs.