HUSBAND: O thou confused man! Thy pleasant sins have undone thee; thy damnation has beggar'd thee. That heaven should say we must not sin, and yet made women! Gave our senses way to sniff out pleasure, which being found, confounds us! Why should we know those things so much misuse us? O, would virtue had been forbidden! We should then have prov'd all virtuous; for 'tis in our blood to love what is forbidden. Had not drunkenness been forbidden, what man would have been fool to a beast, and toad to a swine--to do tricks in the mire? What is there in three dice to make a man draw thrice three thousand acres into the compass of a little round table, and with the gentleman's palsy in hand shake out his posterity amongst thieves and beggars? 'Tis done; I have done i' faith: terrible, horrible misery! How well was I endowed ! Very well, very well. My lands show'd like a full moon about me; but now the moon's in the last quarter--waning, waning; and I am mad to think that moon was mine; mine and my father's, and my fore-fathers'; generations, generations. Down goes the house of us; down, down it sinks! Now is my name a beggar. That name which hundreds of years has made this shire famous, in me and my posterity expires. In my seed, five are made miserable besides myself: my rashness is now my brother's jailer, my wife's sighs, my three boys' penury, and mine own confusion. O, my brother's in execution among devils that stretch him and make him give; and I in want, not able for to live, nor to redeem him! Divines and dying men talk of hell, but in my heart her several torments dwell; slavery and misery. Who in this cafe would not take out money upon his soul? Pawn his salvation, live at interest? I, that did ever in abundance dwell, for me to want, exceeds the throes of hell.