THE HONEST WHORE.
28812880Come wench, thou
shalt be mine, giue me thy gols,
28822881Weele talke of legges hereafter:
see my Lord,
2884Omn. God giue you ioy.
28852883Enter Candidoes wife and George. 28862884Geo. Come mi
stris we are in Bedlam now, mas and
see, we
28872885come in pudding-time, for heres the Duke.
28902888Cast. Its
Candido my Lord, he's here among the lunaticks
: 28912889father
Anselmo, pray fetch him forth: this mad woman is
28922890his wife, and tho
shee were not with child, yet did
she long
28932891mo
st spitefully to haue her husband mad, and becau
se
shee
28942893would be
sure, he
should turne Iew,
she placde him here in
28972896Duke. Come hither Signior--Are you mad.
2899Duke. Why I know that.
29002898Cand. Then may you know, I am not mad, that know
29012899You are not mad, and that you are the duke
: 29022900None is mad here but one--How do you wife:
29032901What do you long for now?--pardon my Lord,
29042904Shee had lo
st her childes no
se els: I did cut out
29052905Penniworths of Lawne, the Lawne was yet mine owne:
29062906A carpet was yet my gowne, yet twas mine owne,
29072907I wore my mans coate. yet the cloath mine owne,
29082908Had a crackt crowne. the crowne was yet mine owne,
29092909She
sayes for this Ime mad, were her words true,
29102910I
should be mad indeed -- ô fooli
sh skill,
29112911Is patience madne
sse? Ile be a mad-man
still.
29122912Wife. Forgiue me, and ile vex your
spirit no more.
29132913Duk. Come, come, weele haue you
friends, ioyne hearts,
(ioyne hands. 29152915Nay ri
se, for ill-deeds kneele vnto none but heauen.
29162916Duk. Signior, me thinkes, patience has laid on you
29172917Such heauy waight, that you
should loath it.
K 4 Duke.