_Tam._ Then I pray be answer'd: For in good faith, my lord, I doe not like you In that sort you like. _Mons._ Then have at you here! Take (with a politique hand) this rope of pearle; 90 And though you be not amorous, yet be wise: Take me for wisedom; he that you can love Is nere the further from you. _Tam._ Now it comes So ill prepar'd, that I may take a poyson Under a medicine as good cheap as it: 95 I will not have it were it worth the world. _Mons._ Horror of death! could I but please your eye, You would give me the like, ere you would loose me. "Honour and husband!" _Tam._ By this light, my lord, Y'are a vile fellow; and Ile tell the King 100 Your occupation of dishonouring ladies, And of his Court. A lady cannot live As she was borne, and with that sort of pleasure That fits her state, but she must be defam'd With an infamous lords detraction: 105 Who would endure the Court if these attempts, Of open and profest lust must be borne?-- Whose there? come on, dame, you are at your book When men are at your mistresse; have I taught you Any such waiting womans quality? 110 _Mons._ Farewell, good "husband"! _Exit Mons[ieur]._ _Tam._ Farewell, wicked lord! _Enter Mont[surry]._ _Mont._ Was not the Monsieur here? _Tam._ Yes, to good purpose; And your cause is as good to seek him too, And haunt his company. _Mont._ Why, what's the matter? _Tam._ Matter of death, were I some husbands wife: 115 I cannot live at quiet in my chamber For oportunities almost to rapes Offerd me by him. _Mont._ Pray thee beare with him: Thou know'st he is a bachelor, and a courtier, I, and a Prince: and their prerogatives 120 Are to their lawes, as to their pardons are Their reservations, after Parliaments-- One quits another; forme gives all their essence. That Prince doth high in vertues reckoning stand That will entreat a vice, and not command: 125 So farre beare with him; should another man Trust to his priviledge, he should trust to death: Take comfort then (my comfort), nay, triumph, And crown thy selfe; thou part'st with victory: My presence is so onely deare to thee 130 That other mens appeare worse than they be: For this night yet, beare with my forced absence: Thou know'st my businesse; and with how much weight My vow hath charged it.