Herc. As indeed they say a many married men lie sometime with strange women, whom, but for the instant use, they abhor.
Zuc. And as for Vulcan, ’twas humanity more than human; such excess of goodness, for my part, only belong to the gods.
Herc. Ass for you!
Zuc. As for me, my Fawn, I am a bachelor now.
Herc. But you are a cuckold still, and one that knows himself to be a cuckold.
Zuc. Right, that’s it; and I knew it not, ’twere nothing; and if I had not pursued it too, it had lyen in oblivion, and shadowed in doubt, but now I ha’ blazed it. 381
Herc. The world shall know what you are.
Zuc. True; I’ll pocket up no horns; but my revenge shall speak in thunder.
Herc. Indeed, I must confess I know twenty are cuckolds,[253] honestly and decently enough: a worthy gallant spirit (whose virtue suppresseth his mishap) is lamented but not disesteem’d by it; yet the world shall know——
Zuc. I am none of those silent coxcombs—it shall out.