See his dissevered joints and sinews torn,

Whilst on the planchers pants his weary body,

Smeared in the channels of his lustful blood.

Franklin. Be patient, gentle friend, and learn of me

To ease thy grief and save her chastity:

Intreat her fair; sweet words are fittest engines

To race the flint walls of a woman’s breast.

In any case be not too jealous,

Nor make no question of her love to thee;

But, as securely, presently take horse, 50

50

And lie with me at London all this term;

For women, when they may, will not,

But, being kept back, straight grow outrageous.

Arden. Though this abhors from reason, yet I’ll try it,

And call her forth and presently take leave.

How! Alice!

Alice. Husband, what mean you to get up so early?

Summer-nights are short, and yet you rise ere day.

Had I been wake, you had not risen so soon.

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