vermin shall be put to your keeping; and then if you be not more bitten than all the company of beggars besides, I’ll not have my will:  zounds! turned out of doors!  I’ll go and set up my trade; a dish to drink in, that I have within; a wallet, that I’ll make of an old shirt; then my speech, For the Lord’s sake, I beseech your worship; then I must have a lame leg; I’ll go to football and break my shins—­and I am provided for that.

BRA.  What! stands the villain prating? hence, you slave!

[Exit PIPKIN.

Y. ART.  Art thou yet pleas’d?

MRS MA.  When I have had my humour.

Y. ART.  Good friends, for manners’ sake awhile withdraw.

BRA.  It is our pleasure, sir, to stand aside.

[MISTRESS SPLAY and BRABO stand aside.

Y. ART.  Mary, what cause hast thou to use me thus? 
From nothing I have rais’d thee to much wealth;
’Twas more than I did owe thee:  many a pound,
Nay, many a hundred pound, I spent on thee
In my wife’s time; and once, but by my means,
Thou hadst been in much danger:  but in all things
My purse and credit ever bare thee out. 
I did not owe thee this.  I had a wife,
That would have laid herself beneath my feet
To do me service; her I set at nought
For the entire affection I bare thee. 
To show that I have lov’d thee, have I not,
Above all women, made chief choice of thee? 
An argument sufficient of my love! 
What reason then hast thou to wrong me thus?

MRS MA.  It is my humour.

Y. ART.  O, but such humours honest wives should purge: 
I’ll show thee a far greater instance yet
Of the true love that I have borne to thee. 
Thou knew’st my wife:  was she not fair?

MRS MA.  So, so.

Y. ART.  But more than fair:  was she not virtuous? 
Endued with the beauty of the mind?

MRS MA.  Faith, so they said.

Y. ART.  Hark, in thine ear:  I’ll trust thee with my life,
Than which what greater instance of my love: 
Thou knew’st full well how suddenly she died? 
T’enjoy thy love, even then I poison’d her!

MRS MA.  How! poison’d her? accursed murderer! 
I’ll ring this fatal ’larum in all ears,
Than which what greater instance of my hate?

Y. ART.  Wilt thou not keep my counsel?

MRS MA.  Villain, no! 
Thou’lt poison me, as thou hast poison’d her.

Y. ART.  Dost thou reward me thus for all my love? 
Then, Arthur, fly, and seek to save thy life! 
O, difference ’twixt a chaste and unchaste wife!
          
                                  [Exit.

MRS MA.  Pursue the murd’rer, apprehend him straight.

BRA.  Why, what’s the matter, mistress?

MRS MA.  This villain Arthur poison’d his first wife,
Which he in secret hath confess’d to me;
Go and fetch warrants from the justices
T’attach the murd’rer; he once hang’d and dead,
His wealth is mine:  pursue the slave that’s fled.