ACT III. SCENE I.
Of Roderigo's House.
HEre's a Clutter with all my heart;—why sure, this Master of ours is either running mad, or never thinks of returning.
Here was a Palace, as well furnish'd as the Duke's it self,—such Hangings, Pictures, Carpets, Plate, and every thing suitable;—but it seems they were not rich enough;—we're all new from top to bottom.
For my part, my Back's almost broke with Luggaging, and I think thine's not much better.—Wou'd 'twere her Neck, that has been the cause of all.
Yet, what wou'd not a Man do that Loves his Wife?
Commend me to our old Home; we have no Wives there: And (I've observ'd) here, those that so gild this Pill of Matrimony, to make it go down the easier, never take it themselves.
The Truth is, neither of us need be fond of the Sex.—But every one is not our Imperia.—A Wife, if you have Money, will help to get more.
Or rather spend what you have.
If you're at Home, she'll bear you Company.
Or rather Scold ye out of Doors.
If you're Abroad—