Ber. What in the Name of Jove's the matter with you?
Aman. The matter, Berinthia! I'm almost mad, I'm plagu'd to death.
Ber. Who is it that plagues you?
Aman. Who do you think shou'd plague a Wife, but her Husband?
Ber. O ho, is it come to that? We shall have you wish yourself a Widow by and by.
Aman. Wou'd I were any thing but what I am! A base ungrateful Man, after what I have done for him, to use me thus!
Ber. What, he has been ogling now, I'll warrant you?
Aman. Yes, he has been ogling.
Ber. And so you are jealous? Is that all?
Aman. That all! Is jealousy then nothing?