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The Jealous Man no Cuckold.
Wife. PRAY huſband, what is the matter with you? methinks you look concerned———as if ſomething troubled you more than ordinary.
Huſband Matter enough, my dear, and reaſon enough too, if all was known; but let that ſtand there———
W. Stand there, child, what a fooliſh expreſſion is that? Prithee man, if you have reaſon, never harbour it in your breaſt, unfold it quickly.
H. Well love, then if I muſt I will, and plainly too; In ſhort, the alteration of your countenance, carriage, and behaviour towards me; your unmannerly looks, and ſomething elſe that I have taken notice of, give me a ſhrewd opinion of you,———That ſomething as big as a man has drawn your love from me of late.
W. O poor man! I am ſorry for you; indeed your misfortune is very great in your own thoughts. In my opinion, you would ſoon perſuade yourſelf——You are a jealous pated coxcomb, or ſuch a thing as they call a cuckold.
H. In good truth, wife, you have juſt hit it;— you ſhould be counted one of theſe things they call witches, for gueſſing ſo right.
W. Right! why I think the man's dotiſh, or mad, you talk ſo plainly, ſure any one that is not out of their ſenſes may underſtand you. If you have a mind to think yourſelf cuckold,—ſo—let that ſtand there, as you ſaid before. But firſt explain yourſelf a little farther, to my better underſtanding, and then
