_Mar._ Why at Church, wench; Where I am ti'd to talke thus: I am a wife now. _Liv._ It seems so, and a modest. _Mar._ You are an ass; When thou art married once, thy modesty Will never buy thee pins. _Liv._ 'Bless me. _Mar._ From what? _Bya._ From such a tame fool as our cosin _Livia_? _Liv._ You are not mad. _Mar._ Yes wench, and so must you be, Or none of our acquaintance: mark me _Livia_; Or indeed fit for our sex: 'Tis bed time. Pardon me yellow _Hymen_, that I mean Thine offerings to protract, or to keep fasting My valiant Bridegroom. _Liv._ Whither will this woman? _Bya._ You may perceive her end. _Liv._ Or rather fear it. _Mar._ Dare you be partner in't? _Liv._ Leave it _Maria_, I fear I have mark'd too much, for goodness leave it; Divest you with obedient hands, to bed. _Mar._ To bed? no _Livia_, there are Comets hang Prodigious over that yet; there's a fellow Must yet before I know that heat (ne'r start wench) Be made a man, for yet he is a monster; Here must his head be _Livia_. _Liv._ Never hope it. 'Tis as easie with a Sive to scoop the Ocean, as To tame _Petruchio_. _Mar._ Stay: _Lucina_ hear me, Never unlock the treasure of my womb For humane fruit, to make it capable; Nor never with thy secret hand make brief A mothers labor to me; if I do Give way unto my married Husband's Will, Or be a Wife in any thing but hopes, Till I have made him easie as a child, And tame as fear, he shall not win a smile, Or a pleas'd look, from this austerity, Though it would pull another Joynture from him, And make him ev'ry day another man; And when I kiss him, till I have my Will, May I be barren of delights, and know Only what pleasures are in dreams, and guesses. _Liv._ A strange _Exordium_. _Bya._ All the several wrongs Done by Imperious Husbands to their Wives These thousand years and upwards, strengthen thee: Thou hast a brave cause. _Mar._ And I'll do it bravely, Or may I knit my life out ever after. _Liv._ In what part of the world got she this spirit? Yet pray _Maria_, look before you truly, Besides the obedience of a wife; Which you will find a heavy imputation, Which yet I cannot think your own, it shews So distant from your sweetness. _Mar._ 'Tis I swear. _Liv._ Weigh but the person, and the hopes you have, To work this desperate cure. _Mar._ A weaker subject Would shame the end I aim at, disobedience. You talk too tamely: By the faith I have In mine own noble Will, that childish woman That lives a prisoner to her Husbands pleasure, Has lost her making, and becomes a beast, Created for his use, not fellowship. _Liv._ His first wife said as much. _Mar._ She was a fool, And took a scurvy course; let her be nam'd 'Mongst those that wish for things, but dare not do'em: I have a new dance for him. _Liv._ Are you of this faith? _Bya._ Yes truly, and will die in't.