The fourth Scoene.
GEORGE and WIFE.
Wife.
Pray sir, forbeare. Is this a place to make ones husband a Cuckold in?
Geor.
Let not such weake excuses rob my hopes
Of that delight, for whose enjoying
Danger and all that weaknesse can be frighted with—
Wife.
Pray sir, talke not to me of weaknesse. The ser∣vants of the house will suspect us presently.
Geo.
Be expeditious then, we lose that time
Might make the pleasure fruitfull.
Wife.
Indeed sir I durst ee'n venture to make him cuc∣hold, might I be sure you would get a boy.
Geo.
That's doubtles, sweet.
Wife.
And shall he be like the father?
Geo.
As ever Citizens sonne was.
Wife.
I meane my husband.
Geo.
I am a Courtier.
Wife.
Kind sir, you even deserve it for your policie. But I am so affraid.
Geo.
Mischiefe on these delayes.
Within.
Sweet-heart, Wife.
Wife.
Ay me.
Geo.
Vexation racks me.
Prevented at the point of such a happinesse!
Within.
Come Chuck and hold my head.
Wife.
Pray sir, hide your selfe:
Geo.
Where?