Atten. This was a disappointment indeed.

Wise. A disappointment indeed, as ever, I think, poor woman had.
One would think that the Knave might a little let her have had her
will, since it was nothing but to be honest, and since she brought
him so sweet, so lumping a Portion, for she brought hundreds into
his house: I say, one would think he should have let her had her
own will a little, since she desired it only in the Service and
Worship of God: but could she win him to grant her that? no, not a
bit if it would have saved her life. True, sometimes she would
steal out when he was from home, on a Journey, or among his drunken
companions, but with all privacy imaginable; {77a} and, poor woman,
this advantage she had, she carried it so to all her Neighbours,
that, though many of them were but carnal, yet they would not
betray her, or tell of her going out to the Word, if they saw it,
but would rather endeavour to hide it from Mr. Badman himself.

Atten. This carriage of his to her, was enough to break her heart.

Wise. It was enough to do it indeed, yea it did effectually do it.
It killed her in time, yea it was all the time a killing of her.
She would often-times when she sate by her self, thus mournfully
bewail her condition: {77b} Wo is me that I sojourn in Meshech,
and that I dwell in the tents of Kedar; my soul hath long time
dwelt with him that hateth peace. {77c} O what shall be given unto
thee, thou deceitful tongue? or what shall be done unto thee, thou
false tongue? I am a Woman grieved in spirit, my Husband has
bought me and sold me for his lusts: 'Twas not me, but my Money
that he wanted: O that he had had it, so I had had my liberty!