COL. The very same, believe it: he loves you, and swears he so loves you, that if you do not credit him, you are worse than an infidel. LOL. Indeed, Mistress Collaquintida, he hath the right garb for apparel, the true touch with the tongue in the kiss, and he dances well but falls heavily: but my husband, woman, my husband!--if we could put out his cat's eyes, there were something to be said; but they are ever peeping and prying, that they are able to pierce through a millstone: besides, I may say to you, he is a little jealous too; and see where he comes! We shall have a coil now. _Enter_ PRATE _the Orator_. COL. Begin you to pout first; for that's a woman's prevention. PRATE. What, Lollia, I say, where are you? my house looks you, my men lack you, I seek you, and a whole quest of inquiry cannot find you; fie, fie, fie! idleness is the whip of thrift: a good housewife should ever be occupied. LOL. Indeed I have much joy to be occupied in anybody's company. PRATE. Why, what's the matter? LOL. Why, orators' wives shortly will be known like images on water-stairs, ever in one weather-beaten suit, as if none wore hoods but monks and ladies: nor feathers, but fore-horses and waiting gentlewomen; nor chains, but prisoners and lords' officers; nor periwigs, but players and hot-brains--but the weakest must to the wall still.[146] PRATE. Go to, you shall have what you will. LOL. Nay, nay, 'twas my hard fortune to be your wife; time was I might have done otherwise. But it matters not: you esteem me, as you do yourself, and think all things costly enough that cover shame, and that a pair of silken fore-sleeves to a satin breastplate is a garment good enough for a capitol; but is Master Wrangle, Master Tangle, or Master Trolbear, of that opinion? in faith, sir, no. There's never a gallant in our state That goes more rich in gaudy bravery: And yet (I hope) for quality of speech, Audacious words, or quirks or quiddities, You are not held their much inferior. Fie, fie! I am ashamed to see your baseness. COL. Indeed, Master Prate, she tells you truly; I wonder that you, being a proper man and an orator, will not go brave,[147] according to the custom of the country. PRATE. Go to, neighbour; he that will rise to the top of a high ladder must go up, not leap up: but be patient, wench, and thou shalt shortly see me gallant it with the best, and for thyself, my Lollia-- Not Lollia Paulina, nor those blazing stars, Which make the world the apes of Italy, Shall match thyself in sun-bright splendency. LOL. Nay, verily, for myself I care not, 'tis you that are my pride; if you would go like yourself, I were appeased.