Fran. I hope you intend to deal by my husband like a gentleman, as they say?
Lov. Then I should beat him most unmercifully, and not pay him neither.
Fran. Come, you think to fobb me off with your jests, as you do my husband; but it won't be: yonder he comes, and company with him. Husband, husband! why, William, I say!
Enter BIBBER, BURR, and FAILER, at the other end.
Lov. Speak softly, and I will satisfy thee.
Fran. You shall not satisfy me, sir; pay me for what you owe me, for chamber-rent and diet, and many a good thing besides, that shall be nameless.
Lov. What a stygian woman's this, to talk thus? Hold thy tongue 'till they be gone, or I'll cuckold thy husband.
Fran. You cuckold him—would you durst cuckold him! I will not hold my tongue, sir.
Bib. Yonder's my guest; what say you, gentlemen? Shall I call him to go down with us?
Lov. I must make a loose from her, there's no other way. Save ye, Mr Failer; is your cousin Trice stirring yet? Answer me quickly, sir, is your cousin Trice yet stirring?