Fit. I doe not loue to be gull’d, though in a toy. VVife, doe you heare? yo’ are come into the Schole, wife, VVhere you may learne, I doe perceiue it, any thing! 111 How to be fine, or faire, or great, or proud, Or what you will, indeed, wife; heere ’tis taught. And I am glad on’t, that you may not ſay, Another day, when honours come vpon you, 115 You wanted meanes. I ha’ done my parts: beene, Today at fifty pound charge, firſt, for a ring, [150] He vpbraids her, with his Bill of coſts. To get you entred. Then left my new Play, To wait vpon you, here, to ſee’t confirm’d. That I may ſay, both to mine owne eyes, and eares, 120 Senſes, you are my witneſſe, ſha’ hath inioy’d All helps that could be had, for loue, or money—
Mrs. Fit. To make a foole of her.
Fit. Wife, that’s your malice, The wickedneſſe o’ you nature to interpret Your husbands kindeſſe thus. But I’ll not leaue; 125 Still to doe good, for your deprau’d affections: Intend it. Bend this ſtubborne will; be great.
Tay. Good Madame, whom do they vſe in meſſages?
Wit. They comonly vſe their ſlaues, Madame.
Tai. And do’s your Ladiſhip. Thinke that ſo good, Madame?
Wit. no, indeed, Madame; I, 130 Therein preferre the faſhion of England farre, Of your young delicate Page, or diſcreet Vſher.
Fit. And I goe with your Ladiſhip, in opinion, Directly for your Gentleman-vſher. There’s not a finer Officer goes on ground. 135
Wit. If hee be made and broken to his place, once.
Fit. Nay, ſo I preſuppoſe him.