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Scene 3.
Enter Byplay and holds Ioylesse.Byp.
What aile you sir: why Bawd? whose Bawd is she?
Ioy.
Your Lords Bawd, and my wives.
Byp.
You are jealous mad.
Suppose your wife be missing at your Chamber,
And my Lord too at his, they may be honest:
If not, what's that to her, or you I pray,
Here in my Lords owne house?
Ioy.
Brave, brave, and monstrous!
Byp.
Shee has not seene them. I heard all your talke.
The Child she intimated, is your grandchild
In posse sir, and of your sonnes begetting.
Bar.
I, ile be sworne I meant, and said so too?
Ioy.
Where is my wife?
Byp.
I can give no account,
If she be with my Lord I dare not trouble hem.
Nor must you offer at it: no nor stab your selfe.
Byp. takes away his dagger.
But come with me: ile counsell, or, at least,
Governe you better: Shee may be, perhaps,
About the Bride-chamber, to heare some sport;
For you can make her none; 'lasse good old man.
Ioy.
J'me most insufferably abus'd.
Byp.
Vnlesse
The killing of your selfe may do't; and that
I would forbeare, because, perhaps 'twould please her.
Ioy.
Jf fire, or water, poyson, cord, or steele,
Or any meanes be found to do it: ile doe it;
Not to please her, but rid me of my torment.
Ex. Joy, and Byp.
Byp.
J have more care and charge of you than so.
Bar.
What an old desperate man is this, to make
Away your selfe for feare of being a Cuckold!
If every man that is, or that but knowes
Himselfe to be oth' order, should doe so,
How many desolate widowes would here be,
They are not all of that minde. Here's my husband.
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