SCAR. Do as the devil does, hate (panther-like) mankind![426]
And yet I lie; for devils sinners love,
When men hate men, though good like some above.
Enter SCARBOROW'S wife KATHERINE, with two Children.
BUT. Your wife's come in, sir.
SCAR. Thou li'st, I have not a wife. None can be call'd
True man and wife, but those whom heaven install'd,
Say—
KATH. O my dear husband!
SCAR. You are very welcome. Peace: we'll have compliment.
Who are you, gentlewoman?
KATH. Sir, your distressed wife, and these your children,
SCAR. Mine! Where, how, begot?
Prove me by certain instance that's divine,
That I should call them lawful, or thee mine.
KATH. Were we not married, sir?
SCAR. No; though we heard the words of ceremony,
But had hands knit, as felons that wear fetters
Forc'd upon them. For tell me, woman,
Did e'er my love with sighs entreat thee mine?
Did ever I in willing conference
Speak words, made half with tears, that I did love thee?
Or was I ever but glad to see thee, as all lovers are?
No, no, thou know'st I was not.