no such matter.

LADY TOUCH. Why, then, you don't know half your happiness.

SIR PAUL. That's a jest with all my heart, faith and troth. But
harkee, my lord told me something of a revolution of things; I don't
know what to make on't. Gads-bud, I must consult my wife:- he talks
of disinheriting his nephew, and I don't know what. Look you,
sister, I must know what my girl has to trust to, or not a syllable
of a wedding, gads-bud!--to show you that I am not a fool.

LADY TOUCH. Hear me: consent to the breaking off this marriage,
and the promoting any other without consulting me, and I'll renounce
all blood, all relation and concern with you for ever; nay, I'll be
your enemy, and pursue you to destruction: I'll tear your eyes out,
and tread you under my feet.

SIR PAUL. Why, what's the matter now? Good Lord, what's all this
for? Pooh, here's a joke indeed. Why, where's my wife?

LADY TOUCH. With Careless, in the close arbour; he may want you by
this time, as much as you want her.

SIR PAUL. Oh, if she be with Mr. Careless, 'tis well enough.

LADY TOUCH. Fool, sot, insensible ox! But remember what I said to
you, or you had better eat your own horns, by this light you had.

SIR PAUL. You're a passionate woman, gads-bud! But to say truth
all our family are choleric; I am the only peaceable person amongst