MRS GOUR. I care not, if I take it-- Sure none is here to hinder me-- And light me home. MRS BAR. I had rather she were hang'd Than I should set it there to do her good. [_Aside_.] MRS GOUR. I'faith, I will. MRS BAR. I'faith, you shall not, mistress; I'll venture a burnt finger but I'll have it. [_Aside_.] MRS GOUR. Yet Barnes's wife would chafe, if that she knew, That I had this good luck to get a light. MRS BAR. And so she doth; but praise your[427] luck at parting. [_Aside_.] MRS GOUR. O, that it were[428] her light, good faith, that she Might darkling walk about as well as I! MRS BAR. O, how this mads me, that she hath her wish! [_Aside_.] MRS GOUR. How I would laugh to see her trot about! MRS BAR. O, I could cry for anger and for rage! [_Aside_.] MRS GOUR. But who should set it here, I marv'l, a God's name. MRS BAR. One that will have't from you in the devil's name. _Aside_.] MRS GOUR. I'll lay my life that it was Barnes's son. MRS BAR. No, forsooth, it was Barnes's wife. MRS GOUR. A plague upon her, how she made me start! [_Aside_.] Mistress, let go the torch. MRS BAR. No, but I will not. MRS GOUR. I'll thrust it in thy face, then. MRS BAR. But you shall not. MRS GOUR. Let go, I say. MRS BAR. Let you go, for 'tis mine. MRS GOUR. But my possession says, it is none of thine. MRS BAR. Nay, I have hold too. MRS GOUR. Well, let go thy hold, Or I will spurn thee. MRS BAR. Do; I can spurn thee too. MRS GOUR. Canst thou? MRS BAR. Ay, that I can. _Enter_ MASTER GOURSEY _and_ MASTER BARNES, [PHILIP, FRANK, &c.] MR GOUR. Why, how now, women? how unlike to women Are ye both now! come, part, come, part, I say. MR BAR. Why, what immodesty is this in you! Come, part, I say; fie, fie. MRS BAR. Fie, fie? I say she shall not have my torch.-- Give me thy torch, boy:--I will run a-tilt, And burn out both her eyes in my encounter. MRS GOUR. Give room, and let us have this hot career[429]. MR GOUR. I say ye shall not: wife, go to, tame your thoughts, That are so mad with fury. MR BAR. And, sweet wife, Temper your rage with patience; do not be Subject so much to such misgovernment. MRS BAR. Shall I not, sir, when such a strumpet wrongs me? MR GOUR. How, strumpet, Mistress Barnes! nay, I pray, hark ye: I oft indeed have heard ye call her so, And I have thought upon it, why ye should Twit her with name of strumpet; do you know Any hurt by her, that you term her so? MR BAR. No, on my life; rage only makes her say so. MR GOUR. But I would know whence this same rage should come; Where's smoke, there's fire; and my heart misgives My wife's intemperance hath got that name;-- And, Mistress Barnes, I doubt and shrewdly[430] doubt, And some great cause begets this doubt in me, Your husband and my wife doth wrong us both.