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Mar. Or could he Cast his wives new again, like Bels, to make 'em Sound to his Will; or had the fearful name Of the first breaker of wild women: yet, Yet would I undertake this man, thus single, And, spight of all the freedom he has reach'd to, Turn him and bend him as I list, and mold him Into a babe again; that aged women, W[a]nting both teeth and spleen, may Master him.
Bya. Thou wilt be chronicl'd.
Mar. That's all I aim at.
Liv. I must confess, I do with all my heart Hate an imperious Husband, and in time Might be so wrought upon.
Bya. To make him cuckold?
Mar. If he deserve it.
Liv. Then I'll leave ye Ladies.
Bya. Thou hast not so much noble anger in thee.
Mar. Go sleep, go sleep, what we intend to do, Lies not for such starv'd souls, as thou hast Livia.
Liv. Good night: the Bridegroom will be with y