Dor. Nay, the same way I use to lie with him,
But not altogether so often.
Lod. Why then, Crede quod habes, et habes, I will believe I have horns, for I have 'em. 'Sfoot, a woman, I perceive, is a neat herald; she can quarter her husband's coat with another's[147] arms at pleasure. But I have a penance for your pure whoreship. [Aside.] You are somewhat broad: are you not with child, daughter?
Dor. Yes, yes; sure, 'twas that night's work.
Lod. How know you that?
Dor. Alas! by experience, sir. The kind fool my husband
Wishes all well; but, like a light piece of gold,
He's taken for more than he weighs.
Lod. With child! there's charges too: o' th' other side, there should follow
A zealous exhortation: but great affairs
That brook no stay make me be brief, rememb'ring
Lawful necessity may dispense with ceremony.
You are ingenuously sorry?
Dor. Yes, indeed, sir.
Lod. And resolve to fall no more so?
Dor. No, in truth, sir.
Lod. I then pronounce you here absolv'd. Now for your penance.