rest
road in Christendom. [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.--_A Chamber._

_Enter_ GOMEZ _and_ ELVIRA.

_Gom._ Henceforth I banish flesh and wine: I'll have none stirring
within these walls these twelve months.

_Elv._ I care not; the sooner I am starved, the sooner I am rid of
wedlock. I shall learn the knack to fast o' days; you have used me to
fasting nights already.

_Gom._ How the gipsey answers me! Oh, 'tis a most notorious hilding.

_Elv._ [_Crying._] But was ever poor innocent creature so hardly dealt
with, for a little harmless chat?

_Gom._ Oh, the impudence of this wicked sex! Lascivious dialogues are
innocent with you!

_Elv._ Was it such a crime to inquire how the battle passed?

_Gom._ But that was not the business, gentlewoman: you were not asking
news of a battle passed; you were engaging for a skirmish that was to
come.

_Elv._ An honest woman would be glad to hear, that her honour was
safe, and her enemies were slain.

_Gom._ [_In her tone._] And to ask, if he were wounded in your
defence; and, in case he were, to offer yourself to be his
chirurgeon;--then, you did not describe your husband to him, for a
covetous, jealous, rich, old hunks.

_Elv._ No, I need not; he describes himself sufficiently: but, in what
dream did I do this?

_Gom._ You walked in your sleep, with your eyes broad open, at
noon-day; and dreamt you were talking to the foresaid purpose with one
Colonel Hernando--

_Elv._ Who, dear husband, who?

_Gom._ What the devil have I said?--You would have farther
information, would you?

_Elv._ No; but my dear, little, old man, tell me now, that I may avoid
him for your sake.

_Gom._ Get you up into your chamber, cockatrice; and there immure
yourself; be confined, I say, during our royal pleasure. But, first,
down on your marrowbones, upon your allegiance, and make an
acknowledgement of your offences; for I will have ample satisfaction.
[_Pulls her down._

_Elv._ I have done you no injury, and therefore I'll make you no
submission: but I'll complain to my ghostly father.

_Gom._ Ay, there's your remedy; when you receive condign punishment,
you run with open mouth to your confessor; that parcel of holy guts
and garbadge: he must chuckle you and moan you; but I'll rid my hands
of his ghostly authority one day, [_Enter_ DOMINICK.] and make him
know he's the son of a--[_Sees him._] So;--n