Mal. Are you? you base Lord,
By —— I'll pistol thee.
Vit. A roaring whore?
Take heed, there's a Correction-house hard by:
You ha' learn'd this o' your swordman, that I warn'd you of,
Your Fencers, and your drunkards: but whereas
You upbraid me with oaths, why I must tell you
I ne'er promis'd you marriage, nor have vow'd,
But said I lov'd you, long as you remain'd
The woman I expected, or you swore,
And how you have fail'd of that (sweet-heart) you know.
You fain would shew your power, but fare you well,
I'll keep no more faith with an infidel.
Mal. Nor I my bosome for a Turk: d' ye hear?
Goe, and the devil take me, if ever
I see you more: I was too true.
Vit. Come, pish:
That devil take the falsest of us two.
Mal. Amen.
Vit. You are an ill Clark; and curse your self:
Madness transports you: I confess, I drew you
Unto my Will: but you must know that must not
Make me doat on the habit of my sin.
I will, to settle you to your content,
Be master of my word: and yet he ly'd
That told you I was marrying, but in thought:
But will you slave me to your tyranny
So cruelly I shall not dare to look
Or speak to other women? make me not
Your smock's Monopolie: come, let's be friends:
Look, here's a Jewel for thee: I will come
At night, and—
Mal. What 'yfaith: you shall not, Sir.
Vit. 'Faith, and troth, and verily, but I will.
Mal. Half drunk, to make a noise, and rail?
Vit. No, no,
Sober, and dieted for the nonce: I am thine,
I have won the day.