[Enter Wildrake.]
Wild. Despite her spiteful usage I’m resolved
To tell her now. Dear neighbour Constance!
Con. Fool!
Accost me like a lady, sir! I hate
The name of neighbour!
Wild. Mistress Constance, then—
I’ll call thee that.
Con. Don’t call me anything!
I hate to hear thee speak—to look at thee,
To dwell in the same house with thee!
Wild. In what
Have I offended?
Con. What!—I hate an ape!
Wild. An ape!
Con. Who bade thee ape the gentleman?
And put on dress that don’t belong to thee?
Go! change thee with thy whipper-in or huntsman,
And none will doubt thou wearest thy own clothes.
Wild. A pretty pass! Mocked for the very dress
I bought to pleasure her! Untoward things
Are women! [Aside. Walks backwards and forwards.]