Clown. Now, Crede quod habes, et habes, sir.
Lod. Why, right, man; let him believe he has horns, and he has 'em.
Clown. To discover upon the pinch to ye!
Lod. O you kind loving husbands, like myself,
What fortunes meet ye, fall[128] but with such wives.
Clown. Fortune's i' th' fashion of hay-forks.
Lod. Sirrah Pambo, thou shalt seldom see a harsh fellow have such a wife, such a fortunate wedding.
Clown. He will go to hanging as soon.
Lod. No, no; we loving souls have all the fortunes.
There's Count Lorenzo, for example, now;
There's a sweet coil to-morrow 'bout his wife.
He has two servants, that will take their oaths
They saw her dishonest with his friend Count Philippo;
Nay, in the very act. Now what was't brought her to't,
But his dogged usage of her?
Clown. Nay, she never lived a good day with him.
Lod. How she goes flaunting too! she must have a
Feather in her head and a cork in her heel.