[6099] “Et conjugalis negligens tori, viro
        Praesente, acerbo nauseat fastidio;”

       “All against the laws of matrimony,
        She did abhor her husband’s phis’nomy;”

and sought all opportunity to see her sweetheart again.  Now when the good man shall observe his wife so lightly given, “to be so free and familiar with every gallant, her immodesty and wantonness,” (as [6100]Camerarius notes) it must needs yield matter of suspicion to him, when she still pranks up herself beyond her means and fortunes, makes impertinent journeys, unnecessary visitations, stays out so long, with such and such companions, so frequently goes to plays, masks, feasts, and all public meetings, shall use such immodest [6101]gestures, free speeches, and withal show some distaste of her own husband; how can he choose, “though he were another Socrates, but be suspicious, and instantly jealous?” [6102] Socraticas tandem faciet transcendere metas; more especially when he shall take notice of their more secret and sly tricks, which to cornute their husbands they commonly use (dum ludis, ludos haec te facit) they pretend love, honour, chastity, and seem to respect them before all men living, saints in show, so cunningly can they dissemble, they will not so much as look upon another man in his presence, [6103]so chaste, so religious, and so devout, they cannot endure the name or sight of a quean, a harlot, out upon her! and in their outward carriage are most loving and officious, will kiss their husband, and hang about his neck (dear husband, sweet husband), and with a composed countenance salute him, especially when he comes home; or if he go from home, weep, sigh, lament, and take upon them to be sick and swoon (like Jocundo’s wife in [6104]Ariosto, when her husband was to depart), and yet arrant, &c. they care not for him,

       “Aye me, the thought (quoth she) makes me so ’fraid,
        That scarce the breath abideth in my breast;
        Peace, my sweet love and wife, Jocundo said,
        And weeps as fast, and comforts her his best, &c. 
        All this might not assuage the woman’s pain,
        Needs must I die before you come again,
        Nor how to keep my life I can devise,
        The doleful days and nights I shall sustain,
        From meat my mouth, from sleep will keep mine eyes, &c. 
        That very night that went before the morrow,
        That he had pointed surely to depart,
        Jocundo’s wife was sick, and swoon’d for sorrow
        Amid his arms, so heavy was her heart.”

And yet for all these counterfeit tears and protestations, Jocundo coming back in all haste for a jewel he had forgot,

       “His chaste and yoke-fellow he found
        Yok’d with a knave, all honesty neglected,
        The adulterer sleeping very sound,
        Yet by his face was easily detected: 
        A beggar’s brat bred by him from his cradle.,
        And now was riding on his master’s saddle.”