That is woman's nature.
If an old man will marry a young wife, He must make up his mind to many things.
It's putting new cloth into an old garment, When the strain comes, it is the old gives way.
Goes to the door.
Oh, Martha! I forgot to tell you something.
I've had a letter from a friend of mine, A certain Richard Gardner of Nantucket, Master and owner of a whaling-vessel; He writes that he is coming down to see us.
I hope you'll like him.
MARTHA.
I will do my best.
COREY.
That's a good woman.

Now I will be gone.
I've not seen Gardner for this twenty year; But there is something of the sea about him,-- Something so open, generous, large; and strong, It makes me love him better than a brother.
[Exit.
MARTHA comes to the door.
MARTHA.
Oh these old friends and cronies of my husband, These captains from Nantucket and the Cape, That come and turn my house into a tavern With their carousing! Still, there's something frank In these seafaring men that makes me like them.
Why, here's a horseshoe nailed upon the doorstep! Giles has done this to keep away the Witches.
I hope this Richard Gardner will bring him A gale of good sound common-sense to blow The fog of these delusions from his brain! COREY (within).
Ho! Martha! Martha! Enter COREY.
Have you seen my saddle?
MARTHA.
I saw it yesterday.
COREY.
Where did you see it?
MARTHA.
On a gray mare, that somebody was riding Along the village road.
COREY.
Who was it?
Tell me.
MARTHA.
Some one who should have stayed at home.
COREY (restraining himself).
I see! Don't vex me, Martha.

Tell me where it is.
MARTHA.
I've hidden it away.
COREY.
Go fetch it me.
MARTHA.
Go find it.
COREY.
No.

I'll ride down to the village Bareback; and when the people stare and say, "Giles Corey, where's your saddle ?" I will answer, "A Witch has stolen it." How shall you like that! MARTHA.
I shall not like it.
COREY.
Then go fetch the saddle.
[Exit MARTHA.
If an old man will marry a young wife, Why then--why then--why then--he must spell Baker! Enter MARTHA with the saddle, which she throws down.
MARTHA.
There! There's the saddle.
COREY.
Take it up.
MARTHA.

I won't! COREY.
Then let it lie there.