Capt. Yes, till the faithful nurse cries; Alas, madam! he keeps such a one, he has enough at home. Then she swells with envy and rage against us both; calls my mistress ugly, common, unsafe, and me a weak secure fool.
Jolly. These are strange truths, madam.
Wid. Ay, ay; but those oysters are a better jest.
Capt. But she's abused that will let such reason tame her desire, and a fool in love's-school; else she would not be ignorant that variety is such a friend to love, that he which rises a sunk coward from the lady's bed, would find new fires at her maid's: nor ever yet did the man want fire, if the woman would bring the fuel.
Plea. For God's sake, leave this discourse.
Wid. The captain has a mind we should eat no oysters.
Wild. Aunt, we came to be merry, and we will be merry, and you shall stay it out. Proceed, captain.
Wid. Fie, captain, I am ashamed to hear you talk thus: marry, and then you'll have a better opinion of women.
Capt. Marry! yes, this knowledge will invite me: it is a good encouragement, is it not, think you? What is your opinion? Were not these marriages made in heaven? By this good day, all the world is mad, and makes haste to be fooled, but we four: and I hope there's none of us believes there has any marriages been made in heaven since Adam.
Jolly. By my faith, 'tis thought the devil gave the ring there too.