LADY F. O madam, this vile man would have abused me,
And forc'd me to his closet.
ROB. Ah, old Cole,[527] now look about: you are catcht!
LADY F. Call in your fellows, Block.
FAU. Do not, thou knave.
LADY F. Do, or I'll crack your crown.
BLO. Nay, I'll do't: I know she means to shame you.
[Exit.
FAU. Why, Moll, wilt thou believe this paltry woman?
Huswife, I'll have you whipp'd for sland'ring me.
ROB. What, lecher? no, she is an honest woman:
Her husband's well known; all the household knows.
BLO. Here's some now to tell all the town your mind.
LADY F. Before ye all I must [now] sure complain.
You see this wicked man, and ye all know
How oft he hath been jealous of my life:
Suspecting falsehood, being false himself.