Here am I left to underprop his land, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself.

What penny hath Rome borne, What men provided, what munition sent, To underprop this action?

Your husband, he is gone to save far off, Whilst others come to make him lose at home: Here am I left to underprop his land, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself: Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him.