What, you are out of breath, methinks, Monsieur 1359Lemot?

It is no matter, madam, it is spent in your service, that 1361bear your age with your honesty better than an hundred 1362of these nice gallants, and indeed it is a shame for your 1363husband, that, contrary to his oath made to you before dinner, 1364he should be now at the ordinary with that light hussy 1365Martia, which I could not choose but come and tell you. For 1366indeed it is a shame that your motherly care should be so 1367slightly regarded.

Out on thee, strumpet, and accurst and miserable 1369dame!

Well, there they are. Nothing else. [Aside] Now to her 1371husband go I.

‘Nothing elseʼ, quoth you. Can there be more?

9.6Oh, 1373wicked man, would he play false

9.7That would so simply vow, 1374and swear his faith,

9.8And would not let me be displeased a 1375minute,

9.9But he would sigh and weep till I were pleased?

9.10I 1376have a knife within thatʼs razor-sharp,

9.11And I will lay an iron 1377in the fire,

9.12Making it burning hot to mark the strumpet.

9.13But 1378ʼtwill be cold too, ere I can come thither.

9.14Do something, 1379wretched woman; stays thou here?