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SCEN. IIII.
Chremylus, Dypsas, Asotus, Ballio, Tyndarus.Dyp.
Rot in thy grave, thou dotard, I defie thee.
Curst be our day of marriage: shall I nurse
And play the mother to anothers brat?
And she to nose my daughter?—Take Evadne
Your prety-precious-by-blow-fair Evadne,
The minion of the town: go—and provide her
A place i'th' Spittle.
Chrem.
Gentle wife, have patience.
Dyps.
Let them have patience that can have patience.
For I will have no patience—S'lid. Patience? patience?
Chrem.
You know her daughter to our dearest friend:
And should my sonne committed to his care
Thus suffer as the poore Evadne does:
The gods were just so to revenge her wrong.
Dyp.
I will not have my house afflicted with her,
She ha's more suitours then a prety wench in an Universitie,
While my daughter ha's leisure enough to follow her needle.
Chrem.
Wife, I must tell you y'are a peevish woman.
Dyp.
And I must tell you y'are an arrant Coxcombe
To tell me so. My daughter nos'd by a slut?
Asot.
There will be a quarrell, Tutour: do you take
The old mans part, I am o'th' womans side.
Chrem.
Were every vein in poore Evadne fill'd
With bloud deriv'd from those, whose ancestours
Transmitted in that bloud a hate to us,
A lineall hate to all our family;
Yet trusted to my care she is my daughter,
And shall share equall blessings with mine own.
Dyp.
Then a perpetuall noise shall fill thy house,
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But I will torture thee with a peal of chiding.
Thou shalt confesse the troubled sea more calm:
That thunder with lesse violence cleaves the aire:
The ravens, schreech-owls, and the mandrakes voice
Shall be thy constant musick—I can talk.
Thy friends that come to see thee, shall grow deaf
With my loud clamours. Heaven be prais'd for tongue,
No woman in all Thebes is better weapon'd:
And 't shall be sharper; or were any member
Not dead besides my tongue, I would employ it
In thy just torment. I am vext to think,
My best revenge age hath prevented now,
Else every man should read it in thy brow.
Chrem.
I will not winde you up, deare larum: Go,
Run out your line at length, and so be quiet.
Exit Chremylus.
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