Wilt nothing do, why I should wish thy death?
Can I but loathe a husband grown a bawd?
By thy default thou dost our joys defraud.
Some other seek that may in patience strive with thee,
To pleasure me, forbid me to corrive with thee.[340]60
FOOTNOTES:
[329] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.
[330] "Et faciat voto rara repulsa locum."
[331] Old eds, "haole"—The construction is not plain without a reference to the original:—
"Ah, quotiens sani capitis mentita dolores,