Franklin. Why, Master Arden! know you what you do?
Will you follow him that hath dishonoured you?
Alice. Why, canst thou prove I have been disloyal?
Franklin. Why, Mosbie taunted your husband with the horn.
Alice. Ay, after he had reviled him
By the injurious name of perjured beast:
He knew no wrong could spite a jealous man 140
More than the hateful naming of the horn.
Franklin. Suppose ’tis true; yet is it dangerous
To follow him whom he hath lately hurt.
Alice. A fault confessed is more than half amends;
But men of such ill spirit as yourself
Work crosses and debates ’twixt man and wife.
Arden. I pray thee, gentle Franklin, hold thy peace:
I know my wife counsels me for the best.
I’ll seek out Mosbie where his wound is dressed,
And salve this hapless quarrel if I may. 150
[Exeunt Arden and Alice.
Franklin. He whom the devil drives must go perforce.
Poor gentleman, how soon he is bewitched!
And yet, because his wife is the instrument,
His friends must not be lavish in their speech.