LADY

Yonder's your Master, Go take him you in hand, while I fetch breath, 'Tis well Sir, But now (if thou hast impudence so much, As face to face, to speak unto a Lady That is thy wife, and supreme head) tell me At whose suit was it? or upon what Actium? Debts I presume you have none: For who dares trust A Ladies husband, who is but a Squire, And under covert bairn? it is some trespass— Answer me not till I find out the truth. Peace, How darest thou speak the truth Before thy wife? isle find it out my self. I think I have found it. There was a certain Mercer sent you silks, And cloth of gold to get his wife with child; You slighted her, and answered not his Hope's; And now he lays to arrest you; is't not so? Go to that woman, if she prove with child, I'll take it as mine own. Insooth she speaks but reason. For shame Be not ingrateful to that honest man, To take his wares, and scorn to lie with his wife. Do't I command you; what did I marry you for? The portion that you brought me was not so Abundant, though it were five thousand pounds (Considering too the Jointure that I made you) That you should disobey me. You know your charge, obey it.