Pan. Our negligence deserves just blame; and how
'Twill please his grace to construe it, we know not.
Jas. But where's your fair chaste wife, my lord?
Lod. Marry, with my man Francisco. O that fellow! She were undone without him; for indeed she takes great pleasure in him: he learns her music. To hear what counsel she will give him! if he but screw his look sometimes with the pin, she will tell him straight 'twas an unchristian look. I love him dearly.
Spin. But can your honour never woo your lady to a more sociable affability? She will not kiss, nor drink, nor talk, but against new fashions.
Lod. O sir, she is my crown: nor is it requisite women should be so sociable. I have had such a coil with her, to bring her but to look out at window! When we were first married, she would not drink a cup of wine, unless nine parts of it were water.
Omnes. Admired temperance!
Lod. Nay, and ye knew all, my lords, ye would say so. T'other day I brought an English gentleman home with me, to try a horse I should sell him: he (as ye know their custom, though it be none of ours) makes at her lips the first dash.
Clown. He dashed her out of countenance, I'm sure of that.
Lod. She did so pout and spit, that my hot-brained gallant could not forbear but ask the cause. Quoth she——
Clown. No, sir, she spit again before quoth she left her lips.