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Scene 8.

Enter wayting woman great bellyed.
Wom.
What is his charge? or whom must he obey?
Good madam with your wilde authority;
You are his wife, tis true, and therein may
According to our law, rule, and controwle him.
But you must know withall, I am your servant,
And bound by the same law to governe you,
And be a stay to you in declining age,
To curbe and qualifie your head-strong will,
Which otherwise would ruine you. Moreover,
Though y'are his wife, I am a breeding mother,
Of a deare childe of his; and therein claime
More honor from him then you ought to challenge.

La.
Insooth she speakes but reason.

Gent.
Pray let's home then.

Wom.
You have something there to looke to, one would thinke,
If you had any care. How well you saw
Your father at Schoole to day, and knowing how apt
He is to play the Trewant.

Gent.
But is he not
Yet gone to schoole?

Wom.
Stand by, and you shall see.