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Oh, I am so much your servant that I doe wish 'em stronger for your sake. Pike. 'Tis overwell as it is, sir. Jay. Pike. A precious rogue! If the Jaylors be so pregnant what is the hangman, troe? By the time my misery hath brought me to climbe to his acquaintance I shall find a frend to the last gaspe. What's here? a Lady? are the weomen so cruell here to insult ore Captive wretches.
Hen. If you can be so simple to proclaime it, I can be impudent. Ele. Yet dar'st thou live? & doe I live to see Myselfe the shame of weomen? have I not Wept teares enough to drowne me? then let fire Enthrone it selfe within me & beget Prodigious Cometts, that with flaming haires May threaten danger to thee! Hen. Ele. Oh, helpe me out of hell! Buz. Sh'has bene at Barleybreake.
Oh, noble sir, I pray forgive my brother. Ele. See, sir, I doe; & with my hand reach to him My heart to give him new life. Fer. Rise, my Henrico! Mac. Rise & receive a noble minded wife Worth troupes of other weomen. Hen. Shame leaves me speechles. Pedro. Gett thee a tongue againe, & pray, & mend. Mac.
You have something, then, to speake of our weomen when y'are in England. Pike. This Box, with a gold chaine in't for my Wife & some pretty things for my Children, given me by your honourd Lady would else cry out on me.
A fine new name for a maydenhead! Ele. May all the curses of all iniured weomen Fall on thy head! Hen. Would not the curses of all good ones serve? So many might perhaps be borne: but, pray, Tell me what moves you thus? Why stand you soe Aloofe, my Lord? I doe not love to bee Usd like a stranger: welcome's all I looke for. Fer. What boldnesse beyond madnesse gives him languadge!
For when they first were here Now well nigh 40 yeares since, & marched through The very heart of this place, trampled on The bosomes of our stoutest soldiers, The weomen yet were safe, Ladyes were free And that by the especial command Of the then noble Generall: & now being safe From common danger of our enemyes, Thou lyon-like hast broake in on a Lambe And preyd upon her. Hen. How have I preyd?
Hell on your bawling! not a sillable to affright her, or I shall tune your instrument there. Buz. Hele breake the head of my instrument! Why, sir, weomen are not affraid to heare of doings. Hen. Still jarring? Buz. When the whole towne is altogether by th'eares you might give me leave to jar a little my selfe: I have done, sir. Hen. Putt on thy merryest face, Buzzano. Buz.
Weomen were mermaides sailing with the wind, The greatest miracle was fish behind: But men were all kept chast against their wish, And could comitt but the cold sin of fish. Sis. And that synne would puzzle all the Civell Lawyers in the kingdome.
And, honest frend, thou knowst and darest, I hope, Believe me I will see thee payd for all. Jay. Yes, my good Lady. Loe you, sir, you see Still how my care provides your good: you may Suppose the Governours humanity Takes care for you in this, too. Pike. Excellent Ladye I doe now beleive Virtue and weomen are growne frends againe. Enter Don John. Jo. What magicall Illusion's this? 'tis she!
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