SCAR. I cannot love her.
ILF. No news neither. Wives know that's a general fault amongst their husbands.
SCAR. I will not lie with her.
ILF. Caeteri volunt, she'll say still;
If you will not, another will.
SCAR. Why did she marry me, knowing I did not love her?
ILF. As other women do, either to be maintained by you, or to make you a cuckold. Now, sir, what come you for?
Enter CLOWN.
CLOWN. As men do in haste, to make an end of their business.
ILF. What's your business?
CLOWN. My business is this, sir—this, sir—and this, sir.