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They'll prove my Servants glories, if you have his leave so soon. Judge you, what glories? pray give me my Verses again, Servant. Judge you, forsooth. She speaks softly. Judge you, forsooth. I should be sorry else. I should be sorry, else I'll leave it to you, Sir. I leave it to Wisdom, and you, Sir. Fie, Master Morose, that you will use this violence to a man of the Church. It do's not become your gravity, or breeding, (as you pretend in Court) to have offered this outrage on a uva ter-man, or any more boisterous creature, much less on a man of his civil Coat. Yes, Sir. I Sir. Why, did you think you had married a Sta tue? or a Motion, only? one of the French Puppets, with the eyes turned with a Wire? or some innocent out of the Hospital that would stand with her hands thus, and a playse mouth, and look upon you. Nay, never quarrel with Cutberd, Sir, it is too late now. I confess, it does bore somewhat of the modesty I had, when I writ simply Maid: but I hope, I shall make it a stock still competent, to the estate, and dignity of your Wife. Yes indeed, Sir. Speak to him, fellow, speak to him, I'll have none of this coacted, unnatural dumbness in my house, in a Fa mily where I govern. I return you the thanks, Master Tru-wit, so friend lie a wish deserves. He is a Varlet, that stirs to such and office. Let them stand open. I would see him that dares move his eyes to ward it. Shall I have a Barricado made against my friends, to be barred of any pleasure they can bring in to me with ho norable visitation. Come, you are a rude Bridegroom, to entertain Ladies of honour in this fashion. Will it please your Ladyship, Madame? Servant, pray you perform your duties. But Ladies, do you count it lawful to have such plurality of Servants, and do them all graces? But not with intent to boast them again, Servant. And have you those excellent Receits, Madame, to keep your selves from bearing of Children? What will you tell me, Servant? I, that is for the Disease, Servant: but what is this to the cure? we are sure enough of the Disease. To sleep? Good faith, it stands with great reason. I would I knew where to procure those Books. But I shall disfurnish you, Sir Amorous: can you spare it? No, I must do that, Sir: that must be my office. I wait on you, Madame. I was about it, here. It angered me to the soul, to hear them begin to talk so malepert. Will you go in, and hear me do it? I warrant you: you shall expect one of them pre sently. He is so Madame, believe it. Three or four days hence, Madame, when I have God me a Coach, and Horses. I Ladies, they, what they tell one of us, have told a thousand, and are the only Thieves of our fame: that think to take us with that Perfume, or with that Lace, and laugh at us vn-conscionably when they have done. Yes, Madame. Tut, a device, a device, this, it smells rankly, Ladies. A mere comment of his own. No Ladies, you shall not needs, I'll take him with all his faults. I am undone, I am undone! I am undone! No, that he did not, I assure you, Master Doctor. Will Sir Dauphine be mine enemy too? Oh me, most unfortunate wretched Gentlewoman! Good Sir, have some compassion on me.
Plot summary
Plot — Epicene, or The Silent Woman
Dauphine's obsessively noise-hating uncle, Morose. has threatened to disinherit him by taking a wife and begetting a son and heir. He has engaged a gen ts to seek a silent woman for his bride, and the barber, Cutbeard, seems to have found him one, Mistress Epicoenc. Truewit goes to him in disguise and tries to dissuade him from marriage; but this makes him the more determined to go ahead with it straight away. He inspects Epicoene, is pleased by her silence, and marries her. Almost at once he learns that she is able to speak loudly. Sir Amorous La Poole is holding a dinner for the members of a college of ladies, but the gallants divert the collegians to Morose's house, to celebrate his wedding. They persuade La Poole that Sir John Daw has arranged this to dishonour him. La Foole dresses up as a sewer to serve the meat. Mistress Otter comes along with him, and the gallants arrange for her to witness her henpecked husband criticizing her behind her back - which earns him a beating. The collegians hold her up as an example to Epicoene: she must establish her dominance in the household. The gallants persuade Dauphine that the two knights have slandered him, and tell each of the knights in turn that the other intends to fight him. Both are so anxious to avoid a duel that each agrees to be beaten by the other; Dauphine does the beating and takes their swords from them. The ladies witness the event, and see the knights' unworthiness; they transfer their affections to Dauphine and begin to compete for his favours. Morose intends to procure a divorce, but cannot find a lawyer in the noise of the courts. Truewit supplies a lawyer and a divine to deal with the case; they are really Cutbeard and Otter in disguise. They delineate the legal grounds for divorce, but none seems to fit the case. The two knights are persuaded to admit that they deflowered Epicoene - but this doesn't count because it happened before the marriage. Morose is forced to claim that he is impotent- but that will only be grounds for .ii:picoene to divorce him, not vice versa. Dauphine offers to free his uncle from the marriage in return for an annual income and a guarantee that he ·will inherit the E_m tire estate. Once Morose has signed the papers, Dauphine reveals that Epicoene is really a boy.