BAR. A comedy, a comedy!
WEN. What's the meaning of all this? is this the masque after thy marriage!
ILF. O gentlemen, I am undone, I am undone, for I am married! I, that could not abide a woman, but to make her a whore, hated all she-creatures, fair and poor; swore I would never marry but to one that was rich, and to be thus coney-catched! Who do you think this is, gentlemen?
WEN. Why, your wife; who should it be else?
ILF. That's my misfortune; that marrying her in hope she was rich, she proves to be the beggarly sister to the more beggarly Scarborow.
BAR. How?
WEN. Ha, ha, ha!
ILF. Ay, you may laugh, but she shall cry as well as I for't.
BAR. Nay, do not weep.
WEN. He does but counterfeit now to delude us. He has all her portion of land, coin, plate, jewels, and now dissembles thus, lest we should borrow some money of him.