Wit. Goe, you are an Aſſe.
Fit. I am reſolu’d on’t, Sir.
Wit. I thinke you are.
Fit. To call you to a reckoning.
Wit. Away, you brokers blocke, you property. 15
Fit. S’light, if you ſtrike me, I’ll ſtrike your Miſtreſſe.
Hee ſtrikes his wife.
Wit. O! I could ſhoote mine eyes at him, for that, now; Or leaue my teeth in’him, were they cuckolds bane, Inough to kill him. What prodigious, Blinde, and moſt wicked change of fortune’s this? 20 I ha’ no ayre of patience: an my vaines Swell, and my ſinewes ſtart at iniquity of it. I ſhall breake, breake.
The Diuell ſpeakes below.
Pvg. This for the malice of it, And my reuenge may paſſe! But, now, my conſcience Tells mee, I haue profited the cauſe of Hell 25 But little, in the breaking-off their loues. Which, if some other act of mine repaire not, I ſhall heare ill of in my accompt.