Wife. Jealous of me?
Vot. You'd 've sworn yourself, madam,
Had you been in my body, and chang'd cases,
To see a fellow with a guilty pace
Glide through the room, his face three-quarters nighted,
As if a deed of darkness had hung on him.
Wife. I tell you twice, 'twas my bold woman's friend:
Hell take her impudence!
Vot. Why, I have done, madam.
Wife. You've done too late, sir. Who shall do the rest now?
Confess'd me yielding! was thy way too free?
Why, didst thou long to be restrain'd? Pray, speak, sir!
Vot. A man cannot cosen you of the sin of weakness,
Or borrow it of a woman for one hour,
But how he's wonder'd at! when search your lives,
We shall ne'er find it from you; we can suffer you
To play away your days in idleness,
And hide your imperfections with our loves,
Or the most part of you would appear strange creatures;
And now 'tis but our chance to make an offer,
And snatch at folly running: yet to see,
How earnest you're against us, as if we'd robb'd you
Of the best gift your natural mother left you.
Wife. Tis worth a kiss, i' faith, and thou shalt hav't,
Were there not one more left for my lord's supper:
And now, sir, I've bethought myself.
Vot. That's happy!
Wife. You say we're weak; but the best wits of you all
Are glad of our advice, for ought I see
And hardly thrive without us.
Vot. I'll say so too,
To give you encouragement, and advance your virtues.
'Tis not good always to keep down a woman.