Comp. I know what belongs to Calm, and a Storm too; and if you please, a cold word or two wi’ you.
Mr. Ven. With all my Heart.
Comp. I understand that you have ty’d your Mare in my Ground.
Mr. Ven. My Mare, Friend, nay I assure you, ’twas only my Nag.
Comp. Your Nag? Well your Nag then let it be: Harke, Sir, to be short, I’ll cut off your Nag’s Tail, if e’re I catch him there again.
Mr. Ven. Pray hear me, you are too rough to maintain——
Comp. I say, Sir, you shall maintain no Child of mine; my Wife does not bestow her Labour for that purpose.
Mr. Ven. You are too passionate—I will not maintain——
Comp. No marry shall you not.
Mr. Ven. The Deed I have done to be lawful, I have repented it, and given Satisfaction to the Law, my Purse has paid for’t; therefore I wou’d treat milder with you if you’d be pleased.