Xa. What! Why sometimes he pretends himself to be fast asleep, and sometimes does nothing in the World but laugh at me; sometimes he catches up his Fiddle that has but three Strings, scraping upon it with all his Might, and drowns the Noise of my Bawling.
Eu. And does not that vex you to the Heart?
Xa. Ay, so that it is impossible to be express'd, so that sometimes I can scarce keep my Hands off of him.
Eu. Well, my Xantippe, give me Leave to talk a little freely with you.
Xa. I do give you Leave.
Eu. Nay, you shall use the same Freedom with me. Our Intimacy, which has been in a Manner from our very Cradles, requires this.
Xa. You say true, nor was there any of my Playfellows that I more dearly lov'd than you.
Eu. Let your Husband be as bad as bad can be, think upon this, That there is no changing. Heretofore, indeed, Divorce was a Remedy for irreconcilable Disagreements, but now this is entirely taken away: He must be your Husband and you his Wife to the very last Day of Life.
Xa. The Gods did very wrong that depriv'd us of this Privilege.
Eu. Have a Care what you say. It was the Will of Christ.