SIS. Why then I see there is no hope of him;
Some husbands are respectless of their wives,
During the time that they are issueless;
But none with infants bless'd can nourish hate,
But love the mother for the children's sake.
JOHN. But he that is given over unto sin,
Leproused therewith without, and so within—
O butler, we were issue to one father!
BUT. And he was an honest gentleman.
JOHN. Whose hopes were better than the son he left
Should set so soon unto his house's shame.
He lives in taverns, spending of his wealth,
And here his brothers and distressed sister,
Not having any means to help us with.
THOM. Not a Scots baubee (by this hand) to bless us with.
JOHN. And not content to riot out his own,
But he detains our portions, suffers us
In this strange air, open to every wrack,
Whilst he in riot swims to be in lack.
BUT. The more's the pity.
SIS. I know not what in course to take me to;
Honestly I fain would live, what shall I do?
BUT. Sooth, I'll tell you; your brother hath hurt us; we three will hurt you, and then go all to a 'spital together.
SIS. Jest not at her whose burden is too grievous,
But rather lend a means how to relieve us.