[Enter Husband.]
HUSBAND.
Pox oth Last throw! it made
Five hundred Angels vanish from my sight.
I’m damnd, I’m damnd: the Angels have forsook me.
Nay, tis certainly true: for he that has
No coin is damnd in this world: he’s gone, he’s gone.
WIFE.
Dear husband.
HUSBAND.
Oh! most punishment of all, I have a wife.
WIFE.
I do intreat you as you love your soul,
Tell me the cause of this your discontent.
HUSBAND.
A vengeance strip thee naked! thou art cause,
Effect, quality, property, thou, thou, thou!
[Exit.]
WIFE.
Bad, turnd to worse! both beggery of the soul,
As of the body. And so much unlike
Him self at first, as if some vexed spirit
Had got his form upon him.—
[Enter Husband again.]
He comes again.
He says I am the cause; I never yet
Spoke less then words of duty, and of love.