The Spanish Curate: A Comedy. Beaumont Francis

I am mew'd at home? to what end Husband,

      Serves all the vertuous thoughts, and chast behaviours

      Without their uses? Then they are known most excellent

      When by their contraries they are set off, and burnish'd.

      If ye both hold me fair, and chast, and vertuous,

      Let me goe fearless out, and win that greatness:

      These seeds grow not in shades, and conceal'd places:

      Set 'em i'th' heat of all, then they rise glorious.

      Bar.

      Peace, ye are too loud.

      Ama.

      You are too covetous.

      If that be rank'd a vertue, you have a rich one.

      Set me (like other Lawyers wives) off handsomely,

      Attended as I ought, and as they have it,

      My Coach, my people, and my handsome women,

      My will in honest things.

      Bar.

      Peace Amaranta.

      Ama.

      They have content, rich clothes, and that secures 'em,

      Binds, to their carefull husbands, their observance,

      They are merry, ride abroad, meet, laugh.

      Bar.

      Thou shalt too.

      Ama.

      And freely may converse with proper Gentlemen,

      Suffer temptations daily to their honour.

      Enter Woman-Mo[o]re.

      Bar.

      You are now too far again: thou shalt have any thing,

      Let me but lay up for a handsome Office,

      And then my Amaranta—

      Ama.

      Here's a thing now,

      Ye place as pleasure to me: all my retinue,

      My Chamber-maid, my Kitchin-maid, my friend,

      And what she fails in, I must doe my self.

      A foyle to set my Beauty off, I thank ye,