Cast. So much the worse: who loves to hear of wife?
When you would give all worldly plagues a name
Worse than they have already, call them wife:
But a new-married wife's a teeming mischief,
Full of herself: why, what a deal of horror
Has that poor wretch to come, that wedded yesterday!
Acast. Castalio, you must go along with me,
And see Monimia.
Cast. Sure, my lord but mocks me:
Go see Monimia! Pray, my lord, excuse me;
And leave the conduct of this part of life
To my own choice.
Acast. I say, no more dispute:
Complaints are made to me, that you have wronged her.
Cast. Who has complained?
Acast. Her brother to my face proclaimed her wronged,
And in such terms they've warmed me.
Cast. What terms? Her brother! Heaven! where learnt he that?
What, does she send her hero with defiance?
He durst not sure affront you?
Acast. No, not much.
But—
Cast. Speak, what said he?
Acast. That thou wert a villain:
Methinks I would not have thee thought a villain.