The sparagus garden a comedie. Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels, at Salisbury Court. The author Richard Brome.

Act 3. Scene 8.

Enter Brittleware and Rebecca to them.

Hoy.

See if my Surgeon and his wife have not fil'd themselves, and come wiping their lips already.

Mon.

So shall you presently: now Landlady are you pleasd with your Asparagus?

Reb.

With the Asparagus I am; and yet but halfe pleas'd nei∣ther, as my husband shall very well know.

Mon.

Well, wee will leave you to talke with him about it: come sir let us into the house.

Ex.

Brit.

But halfe pleas'd sweet-heart?

Reb.

No indeed Iohn Brittleware▪ the Asparagus has done its part; but you have not done your part Iohn; and if you were an honest man Iohn, you would make sir Hughes words good of the Asparagus, and be kinder to me: you are not kinde to your owne wife Iohn in the Asparagus way; you understand me: for ought

I see Pompeons are as good meat for such a hoggish thing as thou art.

Brit.

Well, when we come at home Beck, I know what I know.

Reb.

At home, is't come to that? and I know what I know: I know he cannot love his wife enough at home, that won't bee kinde to her abroad: but the best is I know what my next lon∣ging shall be.

Brit.

More longings yet! now out of the unsearchable depth of womans imagination, what may it be?

Reb.

It beginnes to possesse me already, still more and more: now tis an absolute longing, and I shall be sick till I have it.

Brit.

May I know it forsooth, tell it that you may have it.

Reb.

I dare tell it you, but you must never know that I have it.

Brit.

If you dare tell it.

Reb.

Dare▪ nay be as jealous as you will: thus it is, I do long to steale out of mine owne house, unknowne to you as other wo∣men doe, and their husbands nere the wiser, hither to this s•…•…me Sparagus Garden, and meet some friend that will be kind to me.

Brit.

How, how!

Reb.

In private; unknowne to you, as I told you; 'tis▪ unpos∣sible I shall ever have a child else, and you so jealous over me as you are?

Brit.

Art thou a woman and speak this?

Reb.

Art thou a man, five yeares married to me; and aske mee now if I be a woman?

Brit.

Art thou so full of the Devill to flye out in this manner▪

Reb.

Why his hornes flye not out of me to fright thee, do they?

Bri.

Oh for a hell that has not a woman in't?