O’ the body of me, husband Hob, what, mean you to fight? For the passion of God, no more blows smite. Neighbours and friends so long, and now to fall out! What, in your age to seem so stout? If I had not parted ye, one had kill’d another. LOB. I had not cared, I swear by God’s mother. MARIAN. Shake hands again at the request of me; As ye have been friends, so friends still be. HOB. Bum troth, cham content, and zay’st word, neighbour Lob? LOB. I am content; agreed, neighbour Hob. [_Shake hands, and laugh heartily one at another_. MARIAN. So, get you to market, no longer stay; And with yonder knave let me make a fray. HOB. Content, wife Marian, chill do as thou dost say But buss me, ich pray thee, at going away. [_Exeunt_ HOB, LOB. MARIAN. Thou whoreson knave and prickear’d boy, Why didst thou let them fight? If one had kill’d another here, Couldst thou their deaths requite? It bears a sign by this thy deed, A cowardly knave thou art; Else wouldst thou draw that weapon thine, Like a man them to part. AMBIDEXTER. What, Marian-may-be-good, are you come prattling? Ye may hap get a box on the ear with your talking: If they had kill’d one another, I had not cared a pease. [_Here let her swinge him with[245] her broom, she gets him down, and he her down, thus one on the top of another make pastime._ MARIAN. Ah villain, myself on thee I must ease: Give me a box on the ear? that will I try; Who shall be master, thou shalt see by and by. AMBIDEXTER. O, no more, no more, I beseech you heartily; Even now I yield, and give you the mastery. [_Run his way out, whilst she is down._ MARIAN. Ah knave, dost thou throw me down, and run thy way? If he were here again, O, how I would him pay! I will after him; and if I can him meet, With these my nails his face I will greet. _Enter_ VENUS _leading out her son_ CUPID _blind_: _he must have a bow and two shafts, one headed with gold and the other headed with lead_. VENUS.