Clausen. Well, she is a tartar, there's no denying that.
Vedder. Not but if she were my wife instead of Rip's. I warrant I'd soon tame her.
Clausen. Not you! But where the deuce ...
Vedder. I wish she was my wife, I'd manage her.
Rip. And I wish she vas your vife too, or anybody's vife, so long as she vasn't mine vife.
Vedder. Oh. I wish I was your husband, Dame Winkle. [Exit.
Dame. You, my husband, you! [To the others.] Out of my sight, reprobates.
SCENE II.
A Plain Chamber.