Scene. 24.
Dear Husband, where have you been?
My dear kind VVife, I have been in the Garden, where I have heard little Robin Red-breast sing.
That's a sign, Sweet-heart, we shall have warm weather, otherwise they would come into the House.
I had rather believe, my pretty Bird, we shall have cold weather: for they sing always in the coldest time of the year, as in the depth of Winter.
How ignorantly you speak, good Husband, as if the Ro∣bin Redbreast sings onely in the cold Winter, and not in the warm Summer as well?
Why not, good VVife, as well as Nightingals, which only sing in the Spring, and Swallows in the heat of Summer?
That doth not prove that the Robbin doth not sing in Summer.
I never heard the Robbin sing in Summer.
Your never hearing of it, is not a sufficient proof.
It is to me.
To say it is, without a Reason, proves a Fool.
I only prov'd my self a Fool in marying you.
I was accurst when first I gave consent to be your Wife.
You were easily won.
What, because I consented to a Knave that wooed?
You are a false woman, for calling me a Knave.
You are a Cuckold, for calling me false.
Am I so, Mistris? I will be sure to thrust my Horns tho∣rough your Heart.
Dam me, I'll kill her.
You'l be hang'd, will you?
Nay good Sir be not angry.
Good Madam go away, until my Masters anger is pass'd over.