My wife will not be pleased; there—that’s the truth.
Gal., I do not think that I shall like thy wife.
Tell me more of her.
Pyg. Well—
Gal. What did she say
When she last left thee?
Pyg. Humph! Well, let me see:
Oh! true, she gave thee to me as my wife—
Her solitary representative;
(Tenderly) She feared I should be lonely till she came,