_Gui._ I for his arch-foe's wedding, Signior Rogero, and the spruce Mistress Thais: but see, the solemn rites are ended, and from their several temples they are come. _Miz._ A quarrel, on my life! _Enter at one door_ Signior CLARIDIANA, ABIGAIL _his wife, and the_ Lady LENTULUS, _with rosemary,_[147] _as from church; at the other door_ Signior ROGERO, THAIS _his wife, and_ MENDOZA FOSCARI, _nephew to the Duke, from the bridal; they see one another, and draw;_ GUIDO _and others step between them._ _Clar._ Good, my lord, detain me not; I will tilt at him. _Miz._[148] Remember, sir, this is your wedding-day, And that triumph belongs only to your wife. _Rog._ If you be noble, let me cut off his head. _Gui._[149] Remember, o' the other side, you have a maiden-head of your own to cut off. 150 _Rog._ I'll make my marriage-day like to the bloody bridal Alcides by the fiery Centaurs had! _Tha._ Husband, dear husband! _Rog._ Away with these catterwallers! Come on, sir. _Clar._ Thou son of a Jew! _Gui._ Alas, poor wench, thy husband's circumcised! _Clar._ Begot when thy father's face was toward th' east, To show that thou would'st prove a caterpiller. His Messias shall not save thee from me; 160 I'll send thee to him in collops! _Gui._ O fry not in choler so, sir! _Rog._ Mountebank, with thy pedantical action-- Rimatrix, Bugloss,[150] Rhinoceros! _Men._ Gentlemen, I conjure you By the virtues of men! _Rog._ Shall any broken quacksalver's bastard oppose him to me in my nuptials? No; but I'll show him better metal than e'er the gallemawfrey[151] his father used. Thou scum of his melting-pots, that wert christen'd in a crusoile[152] with Mercury's water to[153] show thou wouldest prove a stinging aspis! for all thou spitt'st is aqua fortis, and thy breath is a compound of poison's stillatory: if I get within thee, hadst thou the scaly hide of a crocodile, as thou art partly of his nature, I would leave thee as bare as an anatomy[154] at the second viewing. 176 _Clar._ Thou Jew of the tribe of Gad that, I were[155] sure, were there none here but thou and I, wouldst teach me the art of breathing; thou wouldst run like a dromedary! _Rog._ Thou that art the tall'st man of Christendom when thou art alone; if thou dost maintain this to my face, I'll make thee skip like an ounce.[156] _Men._ Nay, good sir, be you still. _Rog._ Let the quacksalver's son be still: His father was still, and still, and still again! 185 _Clar._ By the Almighty, I'll study negromancy but I'll be reveng'd! _Gui._ Gentlemen, leave these dissensions; Signior Rogero, you are a man of worth. _Clar._ True, all the city points at him for a knave. 190