Flam. Let her not go to church, but, like a hound
In leon, at your heels.


Cam. 'Twere for her honour.


Flam. And so you should be certain in one fortnight,
Despite her chastity or innocence,
To be cuckolded, which yet is in suspense:
This is my counsel, and I ask no fee for 't.


Cam. Come, you know not where my nightcap wrings me.


Flam. Wear it a' th' old fashion; let your large ears come through,
it will be more easy--nay, I will be bitter--bar your wife of her
entertainment: women are more willingly and more gloriously chaste,
when they are least restrained of their liberty. It seems you would
be a fine capricious, mathematically jealous coxcomb; take the height
of your own horns with a Jacob's staff, afore they are up. These
politic enclosures for paltry mutton, makes more rebellion in the
flesh, than all the provocative electuaries doctors have uttered since
last jubilee.


Cam. This doth not physic me----