Comp. Yes, yes, I am very well pleased, and shall be better pleased if you can serve me so still: For, look you Sir, one of these Days I shall to Sea again, you know where my Wife lives; yet you’l but lose your labour, for get as many Children as you can, I assure you, you shall keep none of them.
Mr. Ven. I think you are mad.
Comp. Why, if I am Horn-mad, what’s that to you?
Mr. Ven. Nay then, since you are so rough, I tell you plainly you are—a——
Comp. A what? What am I, heh?
Mr. Ven. A Coxcomb.
Comp. A Coxcomb! a Cuckold you mean, and you a Fool for your pains.
Mr. Ven. The Child is mine, I am the Father of it, and will keep it.
Comp. Yes if you can, I know you will. But pray tell me, is not my Wife the Mother? You may be as far from being the Father as I am, for my Wife’s acquainted with more Whore-masters besides your self; ay, and as crafty Merchants too, let me tell you that.
Peg. No indeed Husband, I had to do with no body else, ’twas he begot, indeed and indeed now. Yet for all that, the Child’s mine, I bred it and bore it, and I’ll have it and keep it, so I will.