KATH. Thou art not so unworthy to believe him. If I did think thou didst, I would not open My lips to satisfy so base a thought, Sprung from the slander of so base a slave. STRANGE. It cannot be! I'll tell you by to-morrow. I am no fool, Kate. I will find some time To talk with this same captain. Pouts d'ye call him? I'll be wi' ye to-night. KATH. Sir, you shall not. What stain my honour hath received by this Base villain, all the world takes notice of. Mark what I vow, and if I keep it not, May I be so given o'er, to let this rogue Perform his slander. Thou that wert ordained, And in thy cradle mark'd to call me wife, And in that title made as my defence, Yet sufferedst him to go away with life, Wounding my honour dead before thy face; Redeem it on his head, and his own way, Ev'n by the sword, his long profession, And bring it on thy neck out of the field, And set it clear amongst the tongues of men, That all eyes may discern it slandered, Or thou shalt ne'er enjoy me as a wife. By this bright sun, thou shalt not! Nay, I'll think As abjectly of thee as any mongrel Bred in the city: such a citizen As the plays flout still, and is made the subject Of all the stages. Be this true or no, 'Tis thy best course to fight. SIR J. WOR. Why, Kate, I say---- KATH. Pray, pardon me: none feels the smart but I. 'Tis thy best course to fight: if thou be'st still, And like an honest tradesmen eat'st this wrong, O, may thy spirit and thy state so fall, Thy first-born child may come to the hospital. STRANGE. Heaven, I desire thee, hear her last request, And grant it too, if I do slack the first! By thy assured innocency I swear, Thou hast lost me half the honour I shall win In speaking my intent. Come, let's to dinner. KATH. I must not eat nor sleep, [but] weep, Till it be done. BEL. Sister, this resolution is not good: Ill thrives that marriage that begins in blood. KATH. Sister, inform yourself I have no ladyship To gild my infamy, or keep tongues in awe. If God love innocency, I am sure He shall not lose in this action. STRANGE. Nor is't the other's life Can give her to the world my perfect wife, But what I do conceive. It is not blood, then, Which she requires, but her good name again; And I will purchase it; for, by heaven, thou art The excellent'st new-fashion'd maid in this, That ever ear shall hear a tale told of. OMNES. But hear ye. STRANGE. Good [people], save your labours, for by heaven I'll do it: if I do't not, I shall be pointed at, Proclaim'd the grand rich cuckold of the town; Nay, wittol, even by them are known for both. SIR J. WOR. Take your revenge by law.