_Soph._ And all the lower Works lin'd sure with small shot, long tongues with Fire-locks, that at twelve score blank hit to the heart: now and ye dare go up. _Enter_ Maria _and_ Byanca _above._ _Mar._ The window opens, beat a parley first; I am so much amaz'd, my very hair stands. _Petron._ Why how now Daughter: what intrench'd? _Mar._ A little guarded for my safety, Sir. _Petru._ For your safety Sweet-heart? why who offends you? I come not to use violence. _Mar._ I think you cannot, Sir, I am better fortified. _Petru._ I know your end, You would fain reprieve your Maiden-head A night, or two. _Mar._ Yes, or ten, or twenty, or say an hundred; Or indeed, till I list lie with you. _Soph._ That's a shrewd saying; from this present hour, I never will believe a silent woman. When they break out they are bonfires. _Petro._ Till you list lie with him? why who are you Madam? _Bya._That trim Gentlemans wife, Sir. _Petru._ Cry you mercy, do you command too? _Mar._ Yes marry does she, and in chief. _Bya._ I do command, and you shall go without: (I mean your wife, for this night) _Mar._ And for the next too wench, and so as'[t follows] _Petro._ Thou wilt not, wilt'a? _Mar._ Yes indeed dear father, And till he seal to what I shall set down, For any thing I know for ever. _Soph._ Indeed these are Bug[s]-words. _Tra._ You hear Sir, she can talk, God be thanked. _Petru._ I would I heard it not, Sir. _Soph._ I find that all the pity bestow'd upon this woman, Makes but an Anagram of an ill wife, For she was never virtuous. _Petru._ You'll let me in I hope, for all this jesting. _Mar._ Hope still, Sir. _Petron._ You will come down I am sure. _Mar._ I am sure I will not. _Petron._ I'll fetch you then. _Bya._ The power of the whole County cannot, Sir, Unless we please to yield, which yet I think We shall not; charge when you please, you shall Hear quickly from us. _Mor._ Bless me from a chicken of thy hatching, Is this wiving? _Petru._ Prethee _Maria_ tell me what's the reason, And doe it freely, you deal thus strangely with me? You were not forc'd to marry, your consent Went equally with mine, if not before it: I hope you do not doubt I want that mettle A man should have to keep a woman waking; I would be sorry to be such a Saint yet: My person, as it is not excellent, So 'tis not old, nor lame, nor weak with Physick, But well enough to please an honest woman, That keeps her house, and loves her Husband. _Mar._ 'Tis so. _Petru._ My means and my conditions are no shamers Of him that owes 'em, all the world knows that, And my friends no reliers on my fortunes.