Proudly. How got that wit into Cheapside, trow? He is a cuckold. Saw you my lady to-day? What says she?
[Takes tobacco.
Page. Marry, my lord, she said her old husband had a great payment to make this morning, and had not left her so much as a jewel.
Proudly. A pox of her old cat's chaps! The teeth she had
Have made a transmigration into hair:
She hath a bigger beard than I, by this light.
[Lord whispers to Grace.
Sel. This custom in us citizens is good:
Thus walking off, when men talk with our wives;
It shows us courteous and mannerly.
Some count it baseness; he's a fool that does so.
It is the highest point of policy,
Especially when we have virtuous wives.
Grace. Fie, fie! you talk uncivilly, my lord.
Proudly. Uncivilly, mew! Can a lord talk uncivilly? I think you, a finical taffata pipkin, may be proud I'll sit so near it. Uncivilly, mew!
Grace. Your mother's cat has kittened in your mouth, sure.
Proudly. Prythee, but note yon fellow. Does he not walk and look as if he did desire to be a cuckold?
Grace. But you do not look as if you could make him one. Now they have dined, my lord.