Adr. Why? for his riches.
1st Woman. For riches only?
Why, riches cannot give her her delight.
Adr. Riches, I hope, can soon procure her one
Shall give her her delight: that's the devil.
That's it, i'faith, makes us waiting-gentlewomen
Live maids so long.
1st Woman. Think you so?
Adr. Yes, in faith.
Married women quite have spoiled the market,
By having secret friends besides their husbands;
For if these married wives would be content
To have but one a piece, I think, in troth,
There would be doings enough for us all;
And, till we get an act of parliament
For that, our states are desperate.
Enter Boutcher and Constantia.
Come, straw apace.
Con. So-ho-ho, master.
Bout. Boy.
Con. In troth, I thought y' had been more fast asleep
Than a midwife or a Puritan tailor
At a Sunday evening's lecture: but, sir,
Why do you rise so soon?