_Jac._ Very well; Pray Gentlewoman what would you have me say? _Clora._ Do not you know, Sir? _Jac._ Not so well as you That talk continually. _Fran._ You have hit her, Sir. _Clora._ I thank him, so he has, Fair fall his sweet face for't. _Jac._ Let my face Alone, I would wish you, lest I take occasion To bring a worse in question. _Clora._ Meaning mine? Brother, where was your friend brought up? h'as sure Been a great lover in his youth of pottage, They lye so dull upon his understanding. _Fab._ No more of that, thou'lt anger him at heart. _Clo._ Then let him be more manly, for he looks Like a great School-boy that had been blown up Last night at dust-point. _Fran._ You will never leave Till you be told how rude you are, fye _Clora_. Sir will it please you sit? _Clora._ And I'le sit by you. _Jac._ Woman be quiet, and be rul'd I would wish you. _Clora._ I have done, Sir Captain. _Fab._ Art thou not asham'd? _Jac._ You are an asse, I'le tell you more anon, You had better have been hang'd than brought me hither. _Fab._ You are grown a sullen fool; either be handsom, Or by this light I'le have wenches bait thee; Go to the Gentlewoman, and give her thanks, And hold your head up; what? _Jac._ By this light I'le brain thee. _Fra._ Now o' my faith this Gentleman do's nothing But it becomes him rarely; _Clora_, look How well this little anger, if it be one, Shews in his face. _Clo._ Yes, it shews very sweetly. _Fra._ Nay do not blush Sir, o' my troth it does, I would be ever angry to be thus. _Fabritio_, o' my conscience if I ever Do fall in love, as I will not forswear it Till I am something wiser, it must be, I will not say directly with that face, But certainly, such another as that is, And thus dispose my chance to hamper me. _Fab._ Dost thou hear this, and stand still? _Jac._ You will prate still; I would you were not women, I would take A new course with ye. _Clora._ Why couragious? _Jac._ For making me a stone to whet your tongues on. _Clora._ Prethee sweet Captain. _Jac._ Go, go spin, go hang. _Clo._ Now could I kiss him. _Jac._ If you long for kicking, You'r best come kiss me, do not though, I'de wish ye, I'le send my Foot-man to thee, he shall leap thee, And thou wantst horsing: I'le leave ye Ladies. _Fra._ Beshrew my heart you are unmannerly To offer this unto a Gentleman Of his deserts, that comes so worthily To visit me, I cannot take it well. _Jac._ I come to visit you, you foolish woman? _Fra._ I thought you did Sir, and for that I thank you, I would be loth to lose those thanks; I know This is but some odd way you have, and faith It do's become you well to make us merry; I have heard often of your pleasant vein.