Clara: 

Dost thou not love him?
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Estifania: 

      Yes, intirely well,
      As long as there he staies and looks no farther
      Into my ends, but when he doubts, I hate him,
      And that wise hate will teach me how to cozen him: 
      How to decline their wives, and curb their manners,
      To put a stern and strong reyn to their natures,
      And holds he is an Asse not worth acquaintance,
      That cannot mould a Devil to obedience,
      I owe him a good turn for these opinions,
      And as I find his temper I may pay him,

      [Enter Perez.]

      O here he is, now you shall see a kind man.

Michael Perez: 

      My Estifania, shall we to dinner lamb? 
      I know thou stay’st for me.

Estifania: 

      I cannot eat else.

Michael Perez: 

      I never enter but me thinks a Paradise
      Appears about me.

Estifania: 

      You are welcom to it Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      I think I have the sweetest seat in Spain wench,
      Me thinks the richest too, we’l eat i’th’ garden
      In one o’th’ arbours, there ’tis cool and pleasant,
      And have our wine cold in the running fountain. 
      Who’s that?

Estifania: 

      A friend of mine Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      Of what breeding?

Estifania: 

      A Gentlewoman Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      What business has she? 
      Is she a learned woman i’th’ Mathematicks,
      Can she tell fortunes?

Estifania: 

      More than I know Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      Or has she e’re a letter from a kinswoman,
      That must be delivered in my absence wife,
      Or comes she from the Doctor to salute ye,
      And learn your health? she looks not like a confessor.

Estifania: 

      What need all this, why are you troubled Sir? 
      What do you suspect, she cannot cuckold ye,
      She is a woman Sir, a very woman.

Michael Perez: 

      Your very woman may do very well Sir
      Toward the matter, for though she cannot perform it
189] In her own person, she may do it by Proxie,
      Your rarest jugglers work still by conspiracy.

Estifania: 

      Cry ye mercy husband, you are jealous then,
      And happily suspect me.

Michael Perez: 

      No indeed wife.

Estifania: 

      Me thinks you should not till you have more cause
      And clearer too:  I am sure you have heard say husband,
      A woman forced will free her self through Iron,
      A happy, calm, and good wife discontented
      May be taught tricks.