Lod. Nay, do but judge of her, my lords, by one thing: whereas most of our dames go to confession but once a month, some twice a quarter, and some but once a year, and that upon constraint too, she never misses twice a week.
Jas. 'Tis wonderful!
Jov. 'Tis a sign she keeps all well at home: they are even
With the whole world, that so keep touch with heaven.
Lod. Nay, I told ye, ye should find no Philippo of Francisco.
Clown. And I remember I told your honour you should find no Abstemia of my lady.
Lod. Nor no Lorenzo of myself: he was ever a melancholy stubborn fellow. He kept her in too much, and see what comes on't! I give my wife her will, and see what comes on't too!
Clown. Nay, sir, there is two come on't, an' a man could discover 'em.
Lod. Two what, I prythee?
Clown. It may be two babies, sir: for they come commonly with giving a woman her will.
Lod. I'd laugh at that, i' faith, boy. But who has she now for her confessor?