[286] i.e. Counts.—Old eds. “Countesse.”
SCENE IV.
Venice.—A street.
Enter Lady Lentulus, Abigail, and Thais.
Abi. Well, madam, you see the destiny that follows marriage:
Our husbands are quiet now, and must suffer the law.
Tha. If my husband had been worth the begging, some courtier would have had him; he might be begg’d[287] well enough, for he knows not his own wife from another.
Lady Lent. O, you’re a couple of trusty wenches, to deceive your husbands thus!
Abi. If we had not deceived them thus, we had been truss’d wenches.
Tha. Our husbands will be hang’d, because they think themselves cuckolds. 11
Abi. If all true cuckolds were of that mind, the hangman would be the richest occupation, and more wealthy widows than there be younger brothers to marry them.