_Mar._ Children of five year old, like little Fairies, Will pinch thee into motley: all that ever Shall live, and hear of thee, I mean all women, Will (like so many furies) shake their keys; And toss their flaming distaffs o'r their heads, Crying revenge: take heed, 'tis hideous: Oh 'tis a fearful office, if thou hadst (Though thou be'st perfect now) when thou cam'st hither, A false imagination, get thee gone, And as my learned Cosin said, repent, This place is sought by soundness. _Liv._ So I seek it, Or let me be a most despis'd example. _Mar._ I do believe thee, be thou worthy of it. You come not empty? _Liv._ No, here's Cakes, and cold meat, And Tripe of proof: behold, here's Wine and Beer, Be suddain, I shall be surpriz'd else. _Mar._ Meet at the low parlour door, there lies a close way: What fond obedience you have living in you, Or duty to a man before you enter, Fling it away, 'twill but defile our Off'rings. _By._ Be wary as you come. _Liv._ I warrant ye. [_Exeunt._ _Scaena Tertia._ _Enter three Maids._ _1 Mai._ How goes your business Girls? _2._ A foot, and fair. _3._ If fortune favour us: away to your strength, The Countrey Forces are arriv'd, be gone, We are discover'd else. _1._ Arm, and be valiant. _2._ Think of our cause. _3._ Our Justice. _1._ 'Tis sufficient. [_Exeunt._ _Scaena Quarta._ _Enter_ Rowland _and_ Tranio _at several doors._ _Tra._ Now _Rowland_? _Row._ How doe you? _Tra._ How dost thou man? Thou look'st ill: _[R]ow._ Yes, pray can you tell me _Tranio_, Who knew the devil first? _Tra._ A woman. _Row._ So. Were they not well acquainted? _Tra._ May be so, For they had certain Dialogues together. _Row._ He sold her fruit, I take it? _Tra._ Yes, and Cheese That choak'd all mankind after. _Row._ Canst thou tell me Whether that woman ever had a faith After she had eaten? _Tra._ That's a School-question _Row._ No, 'Tis no question, for believe me _Tranio_, That cold fruit after eating bread naught in her But windy promises, and chollick vows That broke out both ways. [Thou] hast heard I am sure Of _Esculapius_, a far famed Surgeon, One that could set together quarter'd Traitors And make 'em honest men. _Tra._ How dost thou _Rowland_? _Row._ Let him but take, (if [h]e dare do a cure Shall get him fame indeed) a faithless woman, There will be credit for him, that will speak him, A broken woman _Tranio_, a base woman, And if he can cure such a rack of honor Let him come here, and practice. _Tra._ Now for honors sake, Why what ail'st thou _Rowland_? _Row._ I am ridden _Tranio_. And spur-gall'd to the life of patience (Heaven keep my wits together) by a thing Our worst thoughts are too noble for, a woman.