it pleaſe your Worſhip, there never was any poor Woman ſo injured as I am by that baſe Man: For this is not the only Inſtance of his Falfhood to me. No, may it pleaſe your Worſhip, he hath injured my Bed many’s the good time and often. I could have put up with his Drunkenneſs and Neglect of his Buſineſs, if he had not broke one of the ſacred Commandiments. Beſides, if it had been out of Doors I had not mattered it ſo much; but with my own Servant, in my own Houſe, under my own Roof; to defile my own chaſte Bed, which to be ſure he hath with his beaſtly ſtinking Whores. Yes, you Villain, you have defiled my own Bed, you have; and then you have charged me with bullocking you into owning the Truth. It is very likely, an’t pleaſe your Worſhip, that I ſhould bullock him.—I have Marks enow about my Body to ſhew of his Cruelty to me. If you had been a Man, you Villain, you would have ſcorned to injure a Woman in that Manner, But you an’t half a Man, you know it.—Nor have you been half a Huſband to me. You need run after Whores, you need, when I'm ſureAnd ſince he provokes me, I am ready, an’t pleaſe your Worſhip, to take my bodily Oath, that I found thema-bed
