MARIANA.
How near is this humor to madness! If you hold on as you
begin, you are in a pretty way to scolding.

BLAUNCH.
To scolding, huswife?

MARIANA.
Madam, here comes one.

[Here enters one with a letter.]

BLAUNCH.
There doth in deed. Fellow, wouldest thou have any thing with
any body here?

MESSENGER.
I have a letter to deliver to the Lady Mariana.

BLAUNCH.
Give it me.

MESSENGER.
There must none but she have it.

[Blaunch snatcheth the letter from him. Et exit messenger.]

BLAUNCH.
Go to, foolish fellow. And therefore, to ease the anger I