Abi. O partner, I am with child of laughter, and none but you can be my midwife. Was there ever such a game at noddy?[251]
Tha. Our husbands think they are foremen of the jury; they hold the heretic point of predestination, and sure they are born to be hanged!
Abi. They are like to prove men of judgment; but not for killing of him that’s yet alive and well recovered.
Tha. As soon as my man saw the watch come up,
All his spirit was down. 10
Abi. But though they have made us good sport in speech,
They did hinder us of good sport in action.
O wench! imagination is strong in pleasure!
Tha. That’s true; for the opinion my good man had of enjoying you made him do wonders.
Abi. Why should a weak man, that is so soon satisfied, desire variety?
Tha. Their answer is, to feed on pheasants continually would breed a loathing.
Abi. Then if we seek for strange flesh that have stomachs at will, ’tis pardonable. 21
Tha. Ay, if men had any feeling of it; but they judge us by themselves.