"Indeed, sir," cries she, "you cannot offend me by anything you can
say to my face; no, by my soul, I despise you too much. But I wish, Mr.
James, you would not make me the subject of your conversation amongst
your wenches. I desire I may not be afraid of meeting them for fear of
their insults; that I may not be told by a dirty trollop you make me the
subject of your wit amongst them, of which, it seems, I am the favourite
topic. Though you have married a tall aukward monster, Mr. James, I
think she hath a right to be treated, as your wife, with respect at
least: indeed, I shall never require any more; indeed, Mr. James, I
never shall. I think a wife hath a title to that."