Pinch. 'Tis my maxim, he's a fool that marries; but he's a greater that does not marry a fool. What is wit in a wife good for, but to make a man a cuckold?
Horn. Yes, to keep it from his knowledge.
Pinch. A fool cannot contrive to make her husband a cuckold.
Horn. No; but she'll club with a man that can: and what is worse, if she cannot make her husband a cuckold, she'll make him jealous, and pass for one: and then 'tis all one.
Pinch. Well, well, I'll take care for one. My wife shall make me no cuckold, though she had your help, Mr. Horner. I understand the town, sir.
Dor. His help! [Aside.
Har. He's come newly to town, it seems, and has not heard how things are with him. [Aside.
Horn. But tell me, has marriage cured thee of whoring, which it seldom does?
Har. 'Tis more than age can do.