Neece. I never made so hard a bargain.
Cun. Sweet Lady?
Neece. Unjust man, let my wrath reach her,
As you owe virtue duty; [Cun. falls on purpose.
Your cause trips you,
Now Minion, you shall feel what loves rage is,
Before you taste the pleasure; smile you false, Sir?
Cun. How can I chuse? to see what pains you take,
Upon a thing will never thank you for't.
Cun. See what things you women be, Lady,
When cloaths are taken for the best part of you?
This was to show you, when you think I love you not,
How y'are deceiv'd still, there the Moral lies,
'Twas a trap set to catch you, and the only bait
To take a Lady nibling, is fine clothes;
Now I dare boldly thank you for your love,
I'm pretty well resolv'd in't by this fit,
For a jealous ague alwayes ushers it.
Neece. Now blessings still maintain this wit of thine,
And I have an excellent fortune coming in thee,
Bring nothing else I charge thee.
Cun. Not a groat I warrant ye.
Neece. Thou shalt be worthily welcome, take my faith for't,
Next opportunity shall make us.
Cu[n]. The old Gentlewoman has fool'd her revenge sweetly.