Scene XIV.

WAITWELL, FOIBLE.

WAITWELL
Fie, fie! What a slavery have I undergone; spouse, hast thou any cordial? I want spirits.

FOIBLE
What a washy rogue art thou, to pant thus for a quarter of an hour's lying and swearing to a fine lady?

WAITWELL
Oh, she is the antidote to desire. Spouse, thou wilt fare the worse for't. I shall have no appetite to iteration of nuptials- -this eight-and-forty hours. By this hand I'd rather be a chairman in the dog-days than act Sir Rowland till this time to-morrow.