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Scene. VII.
Fitz-dottrell. Wittipol. Pvg.[Fit.]
Is shee so, Sir? and, I will keepe her so.
Her husband appeares at her back.
If I know how, or can: that wit of man
Will doe't, I'll goe no farther. At this windo'
She shall no more be buz'd at. Take your leaue on't.
If you be sweet meates, wedlock, or sweet flesh,
All's one: I doe not loue this hum about you.
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Hee speakes out of his wiues window.
For you, Sr, looke to heare from mee.
Wit.
So, I doe, Sir.
Fit.
No, but in other termes. There's no man offers
This to my wife, but paies for't.
Wit.
That haue I, Sir.
Fit.
Nay, then, I tell you, you are.
Wit.
What am I, Sir?
Fit.
Why, that I'll thinke on, when I ha' cut your throat.
Wit.
Goe, you are an Asse.
Fit.
I am resolu'd on't, Sir.
Wit.
I thinke you are.
Fit.
To call you to a reckoning.
Wit.
Away, you brokers blocke, you property.
Fit.
S'light, if you strike me, I'll strike your Mistresse,
Hee strikes his wife.
Wit.
O! I could shoote mine eyes at him, for that, now;
Or leaue my teeth in him, were they cuckolds bane,
Inough to kill him. What prodigious,
Blinde, and most wicked change of fortune's this?
I ha' no ayre of patience: all my vaines
Swell, and my sinewes start at iniquity of it.
I shall breake, breake.
Pvg.
This for the malice of it,
And my reuenge may passe! But, now, my conscience
The Diuell speakes below.
Tells mee, I haue profited the cause of Hell
But little, in the breaking-off their loues.
Which, if some other act of mine repaire not,
I shall heare ill of in my accompt.
Fit.
O, Bird!
Could you do this? 'gainst me? and at this time, now?
Fitz-dottrel enters with his wife as come downe.
When I was so imploy'd, wholly for you,
Drown'd i'my care (more, then the land, I sweare,
I'haue hope to win) to make you peere-lesse? studying,
For footemen for you, fine pac'd huishers, pages,
To serue you o'the knee; with what Knights wife,
To beare your traine, and sit with your foure women
In councell, and receiue intelligences,
From forraigne parts, to dresse you at all pieces!
Y'haue (a'most) turn'd my good affection, to you;
Sowr'd my sweet thoughts; all my pure purposes:
I could now finde (i'my very heart) to make
Another, Lady Dutchesse; and depose you.
Well, goe your waies in. Diuell, you haue redeem'd all.
I doe forgiue you. And I'll doe you good.
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