An orange wench would tempt thy wife abroad;Kick her, for she's a letter-bearing bawd.In short, be jealous as the devil in hell,And set my wit on work to cheat thee well.The sneaking city-cuckold is my foe;I scorn to strike but when he wards the blow.Look to thy hits and leave off thy conniving,I'll be no drudge to any wittol living;I have been patient, and forborne thee long,In hope thou wouldst not pocket up thy wrong:If no affront can rouse thee, understandI'll take no more indulgence at thy hand.What, ne'er to be forbid thy house and wifeDamn him who loves to lead so ill a life.Now I can neither sigh, nor whine, nor pray;All those occasions thou hast ta'en away.Why art thou so incorrigibly civil ?Do somewhat I may wish thee at the devilFor shame, be no accomplice in my treason;A pimping husband is too much in reason.