Wife. I do believe you, and since I see you are free, my words were not meant to you, but this is not the half of my affliction.
Mer. 'Tis pitty you should know more vexation; may I enquire?
Wife. Faith, Sir, I fear I have lost my husband.
Mer. Your husband? it cannot be: I pitty her, how she's vext!
Enter Servant.
Wife. How now? What news? nay speak, for we must know.
Ser. Faith I have found at length, by chance, where he has been.
Wife. Where?
Ser. In a blind out-house in the Suburbs, pray God all be well with him.
Wife. Why?