Let the great dower I brought serve to maintain
Your Bastards riots: send my Clothes and Jewels,
To your old acquaintance, your dear dame his Mother.
Now you begin to melt, I know 'twill follow.
Hen.
Is all I doe misconstru'd?
Viol.
I will take
A course to right my self, a speeding one:
By the bless'd Saints, I will; if I prove cruel,