While I was in the tree,
Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see
You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,
And kiss, and toy, and other frolicks play.
WIFE
'Twere surely better if thou held'st thy tongue,
Or thou'lt a beating get before 'tis long.
HUSBAND
No, no, my dear, he's mad, and I design
The fellow in a madhouse to confine.
WILLIAM
Is't folly, pray, to see what we behold?
WIFE
What hast thou seen?
WILLIAM
What I've already told:—
My master and yourself at Cupid's game,
Or else the tree 's enchanted I proclaim.