KATE

No matter if he did: he ran away from me Like a base slave as he was, out of Yorkshire, and pretended he would go the Island voyage, since I near herd of him till within this fort night: can the world condemn me for entertaining a friend, that am used so Like and Infidel? W at a filt y knave was the shoemaker, that made my slippers, what a credit king they keep: Oh Lord, if there be any power that can make a w men husband sleep S undly at a pinch, as I have often in foolish Poetry that the e is, now, now, and it be thy will, let him dream some fine worser am or oh there, that he's made a Knight, or a Nobleman, or somewhat while I go and take b to two kisses, but two kisses from sweet Fetherstone. Exit. I longed for the merry thought of a pheasant. And the foul-gutted Tripewife had God it, & eat half of it: and my colour went and came, and my stomach wambled: till I was ready to found, but a Midwife perceived it, and marked which way my eyes went; and helped me to it, but Lord how I picked it, 'twas the sweetest meat me thought. Would, would, would, I beshrew your heart, Lord where am I? Oh I am sick, I am sick, I am sick, Oh how my flesh trembles: o some of the Angelica water, I shall have the Mother presently. Pish, I am Like some of your Ladies that can be sick when they have no stomach to lie with their husbands. Well, Cheaters do not win all ways: that woman that will entertain a friend, must as well provide a Closet or Backdoor for him, as a Featherbed. Pity him, no man dares call him Cuckold; for he wears Satin: pity him, he that will pull down a men sign, and set up horns, there's law for him. Oh lay me in my bed, I beseech you. A little recovered; alas I have so troubled that Gentlema ̄ . And I were where I would be in your bed: pray pardon me, wast you Master Fetherstone, hem, I should be well then. Good night, pray you give the Gentleman thanks for patience. To London sir, as the old tale goes, to seek my fortune. Oh pardon me sir, I'll have some young landed heir to be my Forrune, for they favour she fools more then Citizens. Yes, but my husband is in garrison ith' Low-countries, is his Colonels bawd, and his Captains Jester: he sent me word over, that he will thrive: for though is apparel lie ith Lombard, he keeps his conscience ith' Mu ter-booke. I as many of your Captains do, that fight as the Geese saved the Capitol, only with prattling: well, well, if I were in some Nobleman's hands now, may be he would not take a thou sand pounds for me. No sir: and yet may be at years end, would give me a brace of hundredth pounds to marry me to his Baily, or the So licitor of his Law suits: whose this I beseech you? I'll leave you sir. Oh ffilthy abominable husband did you all this? Bite his thumb! I'll make him do a thing worse than this, Come love me where as I lay. He shall father a child is none of his, Oh the clean contrary way. Oh forgive me deer husband! I will never love a man that is worse than hanged, as he is. Oh by no means sir, your Merchant will not open a whole piece to his best costomer, he that buys a woman, must take her as she fales: I'll unmask my hand hears the sample. But I have a husband sir. Well if you be not a Nobleman, you are some great vali ant Gentleman, by your berth: and the fashion of your beard: and do but thus to make the Citizen merry, because you owe him some money. My deer unkind husband; I protest to thee I have played this knavish partly only to be witty. I but a Lady God him pricked for a Captain, I warrant you, he will answer to the name of Captain, though he be none: Like a Lady thar will not think scorn to answer to the name of her firs husband; though he wear a Soap-boiler. No, no, you fled me tother day, When I was with child you ran away, But since I have caught you now. No body with me, as I shall be saved: but Master Feather stone, came to meet me as far as Roistone. Oh filthy knave, dost compare a woman of my cariadge to a horse. But is a great belly comely in a horse sir. And what think you of it in a woman I pray you. I'll be divorced by this Christian element, and because thou thinkest thou art a Cuckold, least I should make thee and in fidell, in causing thee to believe and untruth, I'll make thee a Cuckold. He were and ass then, no wisemen should deal by their wives as the sale of ordinance passes in Englam ̄ worser, if it break the first discharge the workman is at the lose of it, if the second the Merchant, & the workman jointly, if the third the Merchant, so in our case, if a woman prove false the first year, turn her upon her father's n ck, if the second, turn her home to her father but allow her a portion, but if she hold pure mettaile two year & fly to several pieces, in the third, repair the ruins of her hone sty at your charges, for the best piece of ordinance, may be cracked in the casting, and for women to have cracks and slaves, alas they are born to them, now I have held out four year, does my husband do any things about London ̄ does he swagger? Yes intruth for I think any woman that loves her fry ̄ worser, had rather have him stand by it then lie by it, but I pray thee tell me, why must I be quartered at this Citizens garden house, say you. Will you led the way forsooth? I ever thought so, we have notable valiant fellows about Doncaster, theile give the lie and the stab both in and instant.