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 Good day, and Heaven curtail thee of thy wits

Ay, ay! a very woman! pleased and flatter'd With the stale flatt'ry of a practised coxcomb, Though plainly sueing for another's favour. A very, very woman!—As I guess'd, Some secret intercourse hath been in train, Although how far in blameful act advanced I know not.—Now, 't is cross'd and interrupted. So will I e'en believe, and fret no more. What good have I in living free from wedlock, If I for husband's honour thus take thought? Better it were to wear the horns myself, Knowing it not, than fret for other men. [Exit.

  Ha! with a priest! conferring with a priest! Have they been long together? 