But you say -
FOND. How, how, say, varlet! I say let him not come near my
doors. I say, he is a wanton young Levite, and pampereth himself
up with dainties, that he may look lovely in the eyes of women.
Sincerely, I am afraid he hath already defiled the tabernacle of
our sister Comfort; while her good husband is deluded by his godly
appearance. I say that even lust doth sparkle in his eyes and glow
upon his cheeks, and that I would as soon trust my wife with a
lord's high-fed chaplain.
BAR. Sir, the hour draws nigh, and nothing will be done here until
you come.
FOND. And nothing can be done here until I go; so that I'll tarry,
de'e see.
BAR. And run the hazard to lose your affair, sir!
FOND. Good lack, good lack--I profess it is a very sufficient
vexation for a man to have a handsome wife.
BAR. Never, sir, but when the man is an insufficient husband.
'Tis then, indeed, like the vanity of taking a fine house, and yet
be forced to let lodgings to help pay the rent.
FOND. I profess a very apt comparison, varlet.
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