Lady. Why the Gods amend all.
Elder Lo. Neither do I think there can be such a fellow found i'th' world, to be in love with such a froward woman, if there be such, they're mad, Jove comfort 'em. Now you have all, and I as new a man, as light, and spirited, that I feel my self clean through another creature. O 'tis brave to be ones own man, I can see you now as I would see a Picture, sit all day by you and never kiss your hand: hear you sing, and never fall backward: but with as set a temper, as I would hear a Fidler, rise and thank you. I can now keep my mony in my purse, that still was gadding out for Scarfes and Wastcoats: and keep my hand from Mercers sheep-skins finely. I can eat mutton now, and feast my self with my two shillings, and can see a play for eighteen pence again: I can my Ladie.
Lady. The carriage of this fellow vexes me. Sir, pray let me speak a little private with you, I must not suffer this.
Elder Lo. Ha, ha, ha, what would you with me? You will not ravish me? Now, your set speech?
Lady. Thou perjur'd man.
Elder Lo. Ha, ha, ha, this is a fine exordium. And why I pray you perjur'd?
Lady. Did you not swear a thousand thousand times you lov'd me best of all things?
Elder Lo. I do confess it: make your best of that.
Lady. Why do you say you do not then?
Elder Lo. Nay I'le swear it, And give sufficient reason, your own usage.