_Atl._ Cowardly slaue. A Fencer? you a Fidler. He cannot hold his weapon, Gard his brest; no, nor defend a thrust. Art not asham’d Thus to disgrace that noble exercise? _Mis._ Oh: Hold, hold; I yeeld, I yeeld. _Atl._ Has our Countrie meats fed you so high, You needs must haue a stale for your base lust? I’le satiate your sences ere I haue done: And so much for your feeling: For your taste, You haue had sufficient in your sweet-meats, Sir: Your drinke too was perfum’d to please your smell. _Mis._ I, but I haue had but sowre sauce to vm. _Atl._ Why then the Prouerbe holds. Now for your sight. Madam, Come forth, and bring your followers. _Enter all the Women._ _Mis._ I’de rather see so many Cockatrices. Oh that my eyes might be for euer shut, So that I might ne’r behold these Crocadils. _Aur._ Where’s this bawling Bandog. _Omnes._ Here, here, here, here. _Mis._ Murder, murder, murder. I’me betraid. I shall be torne in pieces. Murder, ho. _Aur._ Is this the dogged Humorist that cals Himselfe the woman-hater? _Mis._ On my knees. _Aur._ Dost thou reply, vile Monster? Binde him, come. _Old W._ Let me come to him, Ile so mumble him. _Aur._ Remember faire _Leonida_ my child, Whose innocence was made a Sacrifice To thy base Forgeries and Sophistrie. _Omnes._ Out, you abominable Rascall. _Aur._ This for your hearing, Sir: now all is full. _Mis._ Ladies, Gentlewomen, sweet _Atlanta_, all, Heare me but speake. _Lor._ No, not a syllable. You haue spoke to match alreadie, you damn’d Rogue. But weele reward you for’t. Skrew his iawes. _Mis._ Oh, oh, oh. _Aur._ Now, thou inhumane wretch, what punishment Shall we inuent sufficient to inflict, According to the height of our reuenge? _Omnes._ Let’s teare his limmes in pieces, ioynt from ioynt. _Mis._ Oh, oh. _Scold._ Three or foure paire of Pincers, now red hot, Were excellent. _Lor._ Will not our Bodkings serue? _Aur._ Hang him, Slaue, shall he dye as noble a death As _Cæsar_ did? No, no: pinch him, pricke him. _A Boy._ I haue small Pins enow to serue vs all. _Scold._ We cannot wish for better: take him vp, And bind him to this Post. _Lor._ Faith, Post and Paire, As good a Game as can be. _Aur._ Come, let’s to’t, Shuffle the Cards, and leaue out all the Knaues. _Atl._ No, the Knaues in at Post, and out at Paire. _Aur._ Shall it be so? Agreed? Deale round. _Scold._ First, stake. _Mis._ Oh, oh, oh, oh. _Atl._ Passe. _Aur._ Passe. _Lor._ Nay, Ile not passe it so. _Mis._ Oh, oh. _A Boy._ Faith, Ile be in too, _Mis._ Oh! _Enter two Old Women and Swash._ _Aur._ Againe, for me too, I will vye it. _Mis._ Oh. _Atl._ And for me, Ile not deny it. _Mis._ Oh. _Lor._ Ile see you, and revy’t agen. _Mis._ Oh, oh. _Scold._ For your two, Ile put in ten. _Mis._ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.