Fran. A plague of seemings. I were best confess,
And beg pardon.
Dor. And to make him sure for your revenge, I appointed
About this hour, the door left ope on purpose——
Fran. Ah!
Dor. To meet me in the garden.
Fran. All's well again.
Dor. Now, sweetheart,
If thou wouldst but steal down thither, thou might'st
Catch him, and snap the fool very finely.
Lod. O my sweet birds-nie! what a wench have I
Of thee! Crede quod habes, et habes still.
And I had thought it possible to have been
Cuckolded, I had been cuckolded.
I'll take my rapier as I go, sirrah;
And the night being dark, I'll speak like thee,
As if thou hadst kept thy word. O villain!
Nothing vexes me, but that he should think
I can be a cuckold, and have such a lady.
Do thou lie still, and I'll bring thee his heart
For thy monkey's breakfast.
Dor. And would you part unkindly, and not kiss me?
Lod. I have no more manners than a goose. Farewell,
My chaste, delicious Doll. What may his life
Be compar'd to that meets with such a wife! [Exit.
Enter Clown.