WIFE.
Oh heaven!
[She’s hurt and sinks down.]
HUSBAND.
And perish! now begone:
There’s whores enow, and want would make thee one.
[Enter a lusty servant.]
SERVANT.
Oh Sir, what deeds are these?
HUSBAND.
Base slave, my vassail:
Comst thou between my fury to question me?
SERVANT.
Were you the Devil, I would hold you, sir.
HUSBAND.
Hold me? presumption! I’ll undo thee for’t.
SERVANT.
Sblood, you have undone us all, sir.
HUSBAND.
Tug at thy master!