Y. ART. I had a wife would not have us'd me so:
But God is just.
MRS MA. Now, Arthur, if I knew
What in this world would most torment thy soul,
That I would do; would all my evil usage
Could make thee straight despair and hang thyself!
Now, I remember:—where is Arthur's man,
Pipkin? that slave! go, turn him out of doors;
None that loves Arthur shall have house-room here.
Enter PIPKIN.
Yonder he comes; Brabo, discard the fellow.
Y. ART. Shall I be over-master'd in my own?
Be thyself, Arthur:—strumpet! he shall stay.
MRS MA. What! shall he, Brabo? shall he, Mistress Splay?
BRA. Shall he? he shall not: breathes there any living
Dares say he shall, when Brabo says he shall not?
Y. ART. Is there no law for this? she is my wife;
Should I complain, I should be rather mock'd.
I am content; keep by thee whom thou list.
Discharge whom thou think'st good; do what thou wilt,
Rise, go to bed, stay at home, or go abroad
At thy good pleasure, keep all companies;
So that, for all this, I may have but peace.
Be unto me as I was to my wife;
Only give me, what I denied her then,
A little love, and some small quietness—
If he displease thee, turn him out of doors.
PIP. Who, me? Turn me out of doors? Is this all the wages I shall have at the year's end, to be turned out of doors? You, mistress! you are a—
MRS SPLAY. A what? speak, a what? touch her and touch me, taint her and taint me; speak, speak, a what?