L. Fan. My Husband!—I’m betray’d—
Sir Pat. Husband! I do defy thee, Satan, thou greater Whore than she of Babylon; thou Shame, thou Abomination to thy Sex.
L. Fan. Rail on, whilst I dispose my self to laugh at thee.
Sir Pat. Leander, call all the House in to be a Witness of our Divorce. Exit Lean.
L. Fan. Do, and all the World, and let ’em know the Reason.
Sir Pat. Methinks I find an Inclination to swear,—to curse my self and thee, that I cou’d no better discern thee; nay, I’m so chang’d from what I was, that I think I cou’d even approve of Monarchy and Church-Discipline, I’m so truly convinc’d I have been a Beast and an Ass all my Life.
Enter Lady Knowell, Isabella, Lucretia, Leander, Lodwick, Fanny, &c.
L. Kno. Hah, Sir Patient not dead?
Sir Pat. Ladies and Gentlemen, take notice that I am a Cuckold, a crop-ear’d snivelling Cuckold.
Sir Cred. A Cuckold! sweet Sir, shaw, that’s a small matter in a Man of your Quality.