Jul. How! this from you, Francisco.
Fran. Now does my Heart begin to fail me; and yet I shall ne’er endure strangling neither; why, am not I your Lord and Master, hah?
Jul. Heavens! Husband, what wou’d you have me do?
Fran. Have you do;—why, I wou’d have ye—d’ye see—’twill not out; why, I wou’d have ye lie with the Sultan, Huswife; I wonder how the Devil you have the face to refuse him, so handsom, so young a Lover; come, come, let me hear no more of your Coyness, Mistress, for if I do, I shall be hang’d; [Aside. The Great Turk’s a most worthy Gentleman, and therefore I advise you to do as he advises you; and the Devil take ye both. [Aside.
Jul. This from my Husband, old Francisco! he advise me to part with my dear Honour.
Fran. Rather than part with his dear Life, I thank ye. [Aside.
Jul. Have you considered the Virtue of a Wife?
Fran. No, but I have considered the Neck of a Husband. [Aside.
Jul. Which Virtue, before I’ll lose, I’ll die a thousand Deaths.
Fran. So will not I one; a Pox of her Virtue,—these Women are always virtuous in a wrong place. [Aside. I say you shall be kind to the sweet Sultan.