_Anto._ I might have read it then, and ne're askt you, had
I but known it.

_Cæl._ If your Lordship pleases you may read it.

_Anto._ No, no, I will not, but prethee keep it better.

_Cæl._ My Lord, there are some Tenants, who desire to express
Their Loves by Rural Recreations--

_Anto._ Bid e'm stay, their sports are more in season after Dinner.
So willing now to have it read, and yet before so backward!
[Ex. _Cæl_.
Why, this confirms me she is false, it was contriv'd
On purpose for my sight. The Devil's not so cunning
As a Woman.
[Enter Nurse.
Oh, Beldame, are you come? Tell me, you Bawd,
Who Whores my Wife? For Whore I know she is,
And you're her Bawd. Tell me, I say, the man,
The place, the Circumstance, and very time,
Or I will quarter thee, and throw thy flesh to'th' dogs.

_Nurse._ Alas, my Lord, I know nothing, but that when
You're from Home, _Pedro_ goes to her Chamber, and
Stays there all Night, but what they do, I know
Not, for none but _Flora's_ with them.

_Anto._ _Pedro_! Oh monstrous, she would devour a Legion!
Is't every Night, do you say?