Enter Brainsick.
Brain. What, am I become your drudge? your slave? the property of all your pleasures? Shall I, the lord and master of your life, become subservient; and the noble name of husband be dishonoured? No, though all the cards were kings and queens, and Indies to be gained by every deal—
Mrs Brain. My dear, I am coming to do my duty. I did but go up a little, (I whispered you for what) and am returning immediately.
Brain. Your sex is but one universal ordure, a nuisance, and incumbrance of that majestic creature, man: yet I myself am mortal too. Nature's necessities have called me up; produce your utensil of urine.
Mrs Brain. It is not in the way, child: You may go down into the garden.
082 Brain. The voyage is too far: though the way were paved with pearls and diamonds, every step of mine is precious, as the march of monarchs.
Mrs Brain. Then my steps, which are not so precious, shall be employed for you: I will call up Judith.
Brain. I will not dance attendance. At the present, your closet shall be honoured.
Mrs Brain. O lord, dear, it is not worthy to receive such a man as you are.
Brain. Nature presses; I am in haste.