I know a wench of excellent discourse,
110 Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
My wife—but, I protest, without desert—
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
To her will we to dinner. [To Ang.] Get you home,
115 And fetch the chain; by this I know ’tis made:
Bring it, I pray you, to the [Porpentine];
For there’s the house: that chain [will I] bestow—
Be it for nothing but to spite my wife—