O. ART. Why, sir, I have not nam'd the parties yet,
Nor touch'd the fault that is complain'd upon.
O. LUS. Well, you touch'd somewhat; forward, Master Arthur.
O. ART. And, as I said, they fell in controversy:
My son, not like a husband, gave her words
Of great reproof, despite, and contumely,
Which she, poor soul, digested patiently;
This was the first time of their falling out.
As I remember, at the selfsame time
One Thomas, the Earl of Surrey's gentleman,
Din'd at my table.
O. LUS. I knew him well.
O. ART. You are the strangest man; this gentleman,
That I speak of, I am sure you never saw;
He came but lately from beyond the sea.
O. LUS. I am sure I know one Thomas;—forward, sir.
JUS. And is this all? Make me a mittimus,
And send the offender straightways to the jail.
O. ART. First know the offender—now[13] began the strife
Betwixt this gentlewoman and my son—
Since when, sir, he hath us'd her not like one
That should partake his bed, but like a slave.
My coming was that you, being in office
And in authority, should call before you
My unthrift son, to give him some advice,
Which he will take better from you than me,
That am his father. Here's the gentlewoman,
Wife to my son, and daughter to this man,
Whom I perforce compell'd to live with us.
JUS. All this is well; here is your son, you say,
But she that is his wife you cannot find.
Y. LUS. You do mistake, sir, here's the gentlewoman;
It is her husband that will not be found.