_Mar._ All this I believe, and none of all these parcels I dare [ex]cept against; nay more, so far I am from making these the ends I aim at, These idle outward things, these womens fears, That were I yet unmarried, free to choose Through all the Tribes of man, I'll take _Petruchio_ In's shirt, with one ten Groats to pay the Priest, Before the best man living, or the ablest That e'er leap'd out of _Lancashire_, and they are right ones. _Petron._ Why do you play the fool then, and stand prating Out of the window like a broken Miller! _Petru._ If you will have me credit you _Maria_, Come down, and let your love confirm it. _Mar._ Stay there, Sir, that bargain's yet to make. _Bya._ Play sure wench, the Packs in thine own hand. _Soph._ Let me die lowsie, if these two wenches Be not brewing knavery to stock a Kingdom. _Petru._ Why this is a Riddle: I love you, and I love you not. _Mar._ It is so: And till your own experience do untie it, This distance I must keep. _Petru._ If you talk more, I am angry, very angry. _Mar._ I am glad on't, and I will talk. _Petru._ Prethee peace, Let me not think thou art mad. I tell thee woman, If thou goest forward, I am still _Petruchio_. _Mar._ And I am worse, a woman that can fear Neither _Petruchio Furius_, nor his fame, Nor any thing that tends to our allegeance; There's a short method for you, now you know me. _Petru._ If you can carry't so, 'tis very well. _Bya._ No, you shall carry it, Sir. _Petru._ Peace gentle Low-bel. _Petron._ Use no more words, but come down instantly, I charge thee by the duty of a child. _Petru._ Prethee come _Maria_, I forgive all. _Mar._ Stay there; That duty, that you charge me by (If you consider truly what you say) Is now another man's, you gave't away I' th' Church, if you remember, to my Husband: So all you can exact now, is no more But only a due reverence to your person, Which thus I pay: Your blessing, and I am gone To bed for this night. _Petron._ This is monstrous: That blessing that _St. Dunstan_ gave the Devil, If I were neer thee, I would give thee-- Pull thee down by th' nose. _By._ Saints should not rave, Sir; A little Rubarb now were excellent. _Petru._ Then by that duty you owe to me _Maria_, Open the door, and be obedient: I am quiet yet. _Mar._ I do confess that duty, make your best on't. _Petru._ Why give me leave, I will. _Bya._ Sir, there's no learning An old stiff Jade to trot, you know the moral. _Mar._ Yet as I take it, Sir, I owe no more Than you owe back again. _Petru._ You will not Article? All I owe, presently, let me but up, I'll pay. _Mar._ Y'are too hot, and such prove Jades at length; You do confess a duty, or respect to me from you again: That's very near, or full the same with mine? _Petru._ Yes.