Gay. But such a Carcase ‘twas—deliver me—so rivell’d, lean and rough—a Canvas Bag of wooden Ladles were a better Bed-fellow.
L. Ful. Now though I know that nothing is more distant than I from such a Monster—yet this angers me. Death! cou’d you love me and submit to this?
Gay. ‘Twas that first drew me in—
The tempting Hope of Means to conquer you,
Wou’d put me upon any dangerous Enterprize:
Were I the Lord of all the Universe,
I am so lost in Love,
For one dear Night to clasp you in my Arms,
I’d lavish all that World—then die with Joy.
L. Ful. ‘Slife, after all to seem deform’d, old, ugly—
[Walking in a fret.
Gay. I knew you would be angry when you heard it.
[He pursues her in a submissive posture.
Enter Sir Cautious, Bearjest, Noisey and Bredwel.
Sir Cau. How, what’s here?—my Lady with the Spark that courted her last Night?—hum—with her again so soon?—Well, this Impudence and Importunity undoes more City-Wives than all their unmerciful Finery.
Gay. But, Madam—
L. Ful. Oh, here’s my Husband—you’d best tell him your Story—what makes him here so soon?— [Angry.
Sir Cau. Me his Story! I hope he will not tell me he’as a mind to cuckold me.