Wood. Plague of all impertinent cuckolds! they are ever troublesome to us honest lovers: so intruding!
Brain. They are indeed, where their company is not desired.
Wood. Sure he has some tutelar devil to guard his brows! just when she had bobbed him, and made an errand home, to come to me!
Brain. It is unconscionably done of him. But you shall not adjourn your love for this: the Brainsick has an ascendant over him; I am your guarantee; he is doomed a cuckold, in disdain of destiny.
Wood. What mean you?
Brain. To stand before the door with my brandished blade, and defend the entrance: He dies upon the point, if he approaches.
Wood. If I durst trust it, it is heroic.
Brain. It is the office of a friend: I will do it.
Wood. [Aside.] Should he know hereafter his wife were here, he would think I had enjoyed her, though I had not; it is best venturing for something. He takes pains enough, on conscience, for his cuckoldom; and, by my troth, has earned it fairly.—But, may a man venture upon your promise?
Brain. Bars of brass, and doors of adamant, could not more secure you.