_Liv._ Why then let's all wear breeches. _Mar._ Now thou com'st near the nature of a woman; Hang these tame hearted Eyasses, that no sooner See the Lure out, and hear their Husbands hollow, But cry like Kites upon 'em: The free Haggard (Which is that woman, that hath wing, and knows it, Spirit and plume) will make an hundred checks, To shew her freedom, sail in ev'ry air, And look out ev'ry pleasure; not regarding Lure, nor quarry, till her pitch command What she desires, making her foundred keeper Be glad to fling out trains, and golden ones, To take her down again. _Liv._ You are learned, Sister; Yet I say still take heed. _Mar._ A witty saying; I'll tell thee _Livia_, had this fellow tired As many wives as horses under him, With spurring of their patience; had he got A Patent, with an Office to reclaim us, Confirm'd by Parliament; had he all the malice And subtilty of Devils, or of us, Or any thing that's worse than both. _Liv._ Hey, hey boys, this is excellent. _Mar._ Or could he Cast his wives new again, like Bels, to make 'em Sound to his Will; or had the fearful name Of the first breaker of wild women: yet, Yet would I undertake this man, thus single, And, spight of all the freedom he has reach'd to, Turn him and bend him as I list, and mold him Into a babe again; that aged women, W[a]nting both teeth and spleen, may Master him. _Bya._ Thou wilt be chronicl'd. _Mar._ That's all I aim at. _Liv._ I must confess, I do with all my heart Hate an imperious Husband, and in time Might be so wrought upon. _Bya._ To make him cuckold? _Mar._ If he deserve it. _Liv._ Then I'll leave ye Ladies. _Bya._ Thou hast not so much noble anger in thee. _Mar._ Go sleep, go sleep, what we intend to do, Lies not for such starv'd souls, as thou hast _Livia_. _Liv._ Good night: the Bridegroom will be with you presently. _Mar._ That's more than you know. _Liv._ If ye work upon him, As you have promised, ye may give example, Which no doubt will be followed. _Mar._ So. _Bya._ Good night: we'll trouble you no further. _Mar._ If you intend no good, pray do no harm. _Liv._ None, but pray for you. [_Exit_ Livia. _Bya._ Cheer wench. _Mar._ Now _Byancha_, Those wits we have, let's wind 'em to the height. My rest is up wench, and I pull for that Will make me ever famous. They that lay Foundations, are half-builders, all men say. _Enter_ Jaques. _Jaq._ My Master forsooth. _Mar._ Oh how does thy Master? prethee commend me to him. _Jaq._ How's this? my Master stays forsooth. _Mar._ Why let him stay, who hinders him forsooth? _Jaq._ The Revel's ended now, To visit you. _Mar._ I am not sick. _Jaq._ I mean to see his chamber forsooth. _Mar._ Am I his Groom? where lay he last night forsooth? _Ja[q]._ In the low matted Parlour. _Mar._ There lies his way by the long Gallery.