_Petro._ They'll sooner Draw upon walls as we do: Let 'em, let 'em, We'll ship 'em out in Cuck-stools, there they'll sail As brave _Columbus_ did, till they discover The happy Islands of obedience. We stay too long, Come. _Mor._ Now _St. George_ be with us. [_Exeunt._ _Scaena Secunda._ _Enter_ Livia _alone._ _Liv._ Now if I can but get in handsomely, Father I shall deceive you; and this night For all your private plotting, I'll no wedlock; I have shifted sail, and find my Sisters safety A sure retirement; pray to heaven that _Rowland_ Do not believe too far, what I said to him, For yon old Foxcase forc'd me, that's my fear. Stay, let me see, this quarter fierce _Petruchio_ Keeps with his Myrmidons, I must be suddain, If he seize on me, I can look for nothing But Marshal-Law; to this place have I scap'd him; Above there. _Enter_ Maria _and_ Byancha _above._ _Mar._ _Cheval' a._ _Liv._ A friend. _By._ Who are you? _Liv._ Look out and know. _Mar._ Alas poor wench, who sent thee? What weak fool made thy tongue his Orator? I know you come to parly. _Liv._ Y'are deceiv'd, Urg'd by the goodness of your cause, I come To do as you do. _Mar._ Y'are too weak, too foolish, To cheat us with your smoothness: do not we know Thou hast been kept up tame? _Liv._ Believe me. _Mar._ No, prethee good _Livia_ Utter thy Eloquence somewhere else. _By._ Good Cosin Put up your Pipes; we are not for your palate Alas we know who sent you. _Liv._ O' my word-- _By._ Stay there; you must not think your word, Or by your Maidenhead, or such Sunday oaths, Sworn after Even-Song, can inveigle us To lose our hand-fast: did their wisdoms think That sent you hither, we would be so foolish, To entertain our gentle Sister _Sinon_, And give her credit, while the wooden Jade _Petruchio_ stole upon us: no good Sister, Go home, and tell the merry _Greeks_ that sent you, _Ilium_ shall burn, and I, as did _AEneas_, Will on my back, spite of the _Myrmidons_, Carry this warlike Lady, and through Seas Unknown, and unbeliev'd, seek out a Land, Where like a race of noble _Amazons_ We'll root our se[l]ves, and to our endless glory Live, and despise base men. _Liv._ I'll second ye. _By._ How long have you been thus? _Liv._ That's all one, Cosin, I stand for freedom now. _By._ Take heed of lying; For by this light, if we do credit you, And find you tripping, his infliction That kill'd the Prince of _Orange_, will be sport To what we purpose. _Liv._ Let me feel the heaviest. _Mar._ Swear by thy Sweet-heart _Rowland_ (for by your maiden-head, I fear 'twill be too late to swear) you mean Nothing but fair and safe, and honourable To us, and to your self. _Liv._ I swear.