[158] _i.e._, Minerva, who killed Ajax Oïleus with a thunderbolt for ravishing Cassandra in her temple.--_Steevens._ [159] [Both the edits., _defends_.] [160] [Edits., _recant_.] [161] [Old copy, _for_.] ACTUS II., SCÆNA 1. _Enter_ PRATE, LOLLIA, COLLAQUINTIDA, _and_ PRECEDENT. PRATE. Come, wife, methought our party stood stifly to it. PRE. Indeed they were stiff, whilst they stood; but when they were down, they were like men of a low world. A man might have wound their worst anger about his finger. LOL. Go to, sirrah, you must have your fool's bolt in everybody's quiver. PRE. Indeed, mistress, if my master should break his arrow with foul shooting or so, I would be glad if mine might supply the hole[162]. PRATE. I find you kind, sir. PRE. True, sir, according to my kind, and to pleasure my kind mistress. PRATE. Go to, sirrah, I will not have your kindness to intermeddle with her kind; she is meat for your master. PRE. And your man, sir, may lick your foul trencher. COL. Ay, but not eat of his mutton. PRE. Yet I may dip my bread in the wool, Mistress Collaquintida. PRATE. Go to, sirrah, you will be obscene, and then I shall knock you. But to the combat. Methought our side were the most proper men. LOL. True, and therefore they had the worse fortune: but see, here's the Lord Florio. _Enter_ FLORIO. FLO. Master Orator, it is the king and queen's majesties' pleasure that you presently repair unto the court, touching the drawing out of certain articles for the benefit of both the kingdoms. PRATE. My lord, I will instantly attend their majesties. FLO. Do, for they expect you seriously. [_Exit_ FLORIO. PRATE. Wife, you can have my service no longer. Sirrah Precedent, attend you upon your mistress home; and, wife, I would have you to hold your journey directly homeward, and not to imitate princes in their progress; step not out of your way to visit a new gossip, to see a new garden-house, to smell the perfumes of court jerkins, or to handle other tools than may be fit for your modesty. I would not have you to step into the suburbs, and acquaint yourself either with monsters or motions[163], but holding your way directly homeward, show yourself still to be a rare housewife. LOL. I' faith, i' faith, your black outside will have a yellow lining[164]. PRATE. Content thee, wife, it is but my love that gives thee good counsel. But here comes one of my clients. _Enter_ DRAP, _a country gentleman_. DRAP. Sir, master orator, I am bold to trouble you about my suit. PRATE. Sir, master country gentleman, I am now for present business of the king's. DRAP. You may the better remember me.