Wife. By any means you must have special care, for now the City is possest for certain, my Master is made away, which for ought I know is [a] truth indeed; good Mistriss leave your grief, and see your danger, and let that wise and noble Gentleman with whom you are, be your right hand in all things.
Ant. Now do I know I have the better on't, by the languishing of her eye at this near instant, 'tis still simming in her blood, in coyning somewhat to turn Mercury, I know it.
Wife. He is my Husband, and 'tis reasonable he should command in all things, since he will be an ass against the hair, at his own peril be it, in the morn you shall have a pacquet, till when, I must intreat you stay, you shall not lose by it.
Ant. I do not doubt it, Mistriss; I'll leave you to your rest, and wait your pleasure.
Wife. Do, and seek out the Gentleman of the house, bid him come to me presently.
Ant. Who, Mr. Mercury?
Wife. Do you know him, Post?
Ant. Only by sight forsooth, now I remember your servant will'd me to let you know he is the only man, you [and] your fortunes, are now to rest upon.
Wife. Prethee no more, I know all this already.
Ant. I'll take my leave now, I am made for ever. [Exit.