_Gui._ You are of like reputation, Signior Claridiana. The hatred 'twixt your grandsires first began; Impute it to the folly of that age: These your dissensions may erect a faction Like to the Capulets and the Montagues.[157] _Men._ Put it to equal arbitration, choose your friends; The senators will think 'em happy in 't. _Rog._[158] I'll ne'er embrace the smoke of a furnace, the quintessence of mineral or simples, or, as I may say more learnedly, nor the spirit of quicksilver. 200 _Clar._ Nor I, such a Centaur,--half a man, half an ass, and all a Jew! _Gui._ Nay, then, we will be constables, and force a quiet. Gentlemen, keep 'em asunder, and help to persuade 'em. [_Exeunt_[159] _at one door_ MIZALDUS _and_ CLARIDIANA; _at another_ GUIDO _and_ ROGERO. _Men._ Well, ladies, your husbands behave 'em as lustily on their wedding-days as e'er I heard any. Nay, lady-widow, you and I must have a falling; you're of Signior Mizaldus' faction, and I am your vowed enemy, from the bodkin to the pincase. Hark in your ear. 210 _Abi._ Well, Thais. O you're a cunning carver;[160] we two, that any time these fourteen years have called sisters, brought and bred up together, that have told one another all our wanton dreams, talk'd all night long of young men, and spent many an idle hour; fasted upon the stones on St. Agnes'[161] night together, practised all the petulant amorousness that delights young maids, yet have you conceal'd not only the marriage, but the man: and well you might deceive me, for I'll be sworn you never dream'd of him, and it stands against all reason you should enjoy him you never dream'd of. 221 _Tha._ Is not all this the same in you? Did you ever manifest your sweetheart's nose, that I might nose him by't? commended his calf or his nether lip? apparent signs that you were not in love, or wisely covered it. Have you ever said, such a man goes upright, or has a better gait than any of the rest, as indeed, since he is proved a magnifico, I thought thou would'st have put it into my hands whate'er 't had been. 229 _Abi._ Well, wench, we have cross fates; our husbands such inveterate foes, and we such entire friends; but the best is we are neighbours, and our back arbors may afford visitation freely. Prithee, let us maintain our familiarity still, whatsoever thy husband do unto thee, as I am afraid he will cross it i' the nick.