_Sis_. You give your tongue a licence, nor will I hope Your malice should spare me abroad that have So prodigally abus'd a Ladies fame That deserv'd nobly from you; but you men Care not whose name you blast with a loose character, So you maintaine your pride of talke.
_Cou_. Howe's this? It is confess'd I have talk'd in my tyme And talk'd too much, but not too much of you; For I but seldome thought of such a woman: For any other--
_Sis_. Nay, sir, I am satisfied; You can talke your pleasure.
_Sis_. Yes, by your own report, and with a lady So much in vertue and in birth above you; And therefore I expect not--
_Cou_. Stay; this moves me. I never tooke a pleasure yet to lie With Ladies fames, or ever thought that sport Lay in the tongue. Such humours are for men That live by brothell offices: let me know Who hath traduc'd me to you thus, he shall Be knowne no more.
_Sis_. Ile not be guiltie, sir, Of any murder; when we meet agen, And you in better humour, I may tell you. So farewell, _Gondarino_,[271] nothing's lost When you turne _Woman Hater_. [_Exit_.
_Cou_. She has vext me. If we make Matrimony after this rate, The Divell is like to dance at our wedding. Ho!
_De_. Hee's here, Alone too, and the place most opportune. How shall I beginne?--Mr. _Courtwell_, do you love Any friend of mine?
_Cou_. Not to my knowledge, Sir; I should be sorry.
_Cou_. If she be a friend of yours ile take the first Occasion to neglect her for your sake.
_De_. It will become your wisdome and your safety.
_Cou_. What mischiefe have done to your face?
_Cou_. You looke so scurvily; come hither, thou New Monster, with more feet then a Caterpiller; What tyme a day ist? you that move upon So many wheeles, say, Monsier, are you not A walkeing Clock? I have a mighty mind To see you tooke a peeces.
_De_. I doe not like this.-- You wo'not put me, sir, together againe.
_Cou_. I wo'not take the paines. Why do you smile now?
_De_. At your conceite to thinke I was a Clock: I am a watch, I never strike.--Hee's valiant.
_Cou_. You have pretty colours there; are these your Mistresses?
_De_. If you did know the mistery you would applaud 'em. Have you read _Livre de blason_? What meane you?
_Cou_. I will bestow 'em, sir, upon some forehorse? They will become a countrey teame rarely.