Leo. And are not you my mistress?
Wife. This is well, i' faith.
Leo. You spare not your own flesh, no more than I;
Hell take me, an' I spare you.
Wife. O, the wrongs
That ladies do their honours, when they make
Their slaves familiar with their weaknesses;
They're ever thus rewarded for that deed;
They stand in fear e'en of the grooms they feed.
I must he forc'd to speak my woman fair now,
And be first[468] friends with her—nay, all too little.
She may undo me at her pleasure else;
She knows the way so well, myself not better,
My wanton folly made a key for her
To all the private treasure of my heart;
She may do what she list [Aside]. Come, Leonella.
I am not angry with thee.
Leo. Pish!
Wife. Faith, I am not.
Leo. Why, what care I, an' you be!
Wife. Prythee, forgive me?
Leo. I have nothing to say to you.
Wife. Come, thou shalt wear this jewel for my sake,
A kiss and friends: we'll never quarrel more.