Har. Come down, come down, thou false perfidious Wretch.
Scar. Who in the Devil’s Name, art thou? And to whom dost thou speak?
Har. To thee, that false Deceiver, thou hast broke thy Vows, thy lawful Vows of Wedlock. [Bawling out. Oh, oh, that I shou’d live to see the Day. [Crying.
Scar. Who mean you, Woman?
Har. Whom shou’d I mean but thou,—my lawful Spouse?
Mop. Oh Villain! Lawful Spouse!—Let me come to her.
[Scar, comes down, as Mopsophil flings out of the Balcony.
Scar. The Woman’s mad—hark ye, Jade, how long have you been thus distracted?
Har. E’er since I lov’d and trusted thee, false Varlet.—See here, the Witness of my Love and Shame.
[_Bawls, and points to her Belly.