without strange composition, I'll assure you; marching a ••ay with their Pieces cockt, and Bullets in their mouths, will not satisfie them.
Petru.
How's this? how's this? they are—
Is there another with her?
Jaq.
Yes marry is there, and an Enginier.
Mar.
Who's that for Heavens sake?
Jaq.
Colonel Byancha, she commands the works: Spi••••la's but a Ditcher to her, there's a half-moon: I am but a poor man, but if you'll give me leave, I'll venture a years wages, draw all your force before it, and mount your ablest Piece of battery, you shall not enter it these three nights yet.
Enter Sophocles.
Petru.
I should laugh at that good Jaques.
Soph.
Beat back again, she's fortified for ever.
Jaq.
Am I drunk now, Sir?
Soph.
He that dares most, go up now, and be cool'd.
I have scap'd a pretty scowring.
Petru.
What are they mad? have we another Bedlam?
They do not talke I hope?
Soph.
Oh terribly, extreamly fearful, the noise at London-bridge is nothing near her.
Petru.
How got she tongue?
Soph.
As you got tail, she was born to't.
Petru.
Lock'd out a doors, and on my wedding night?
Nay, and I suffer this, I may goe graze:
Come Gentlemen, I'll batter; are these virtues?
Soph.
Do, and be beaten off with shame, as I was: I went up, came to th'door, knock'd, no body answer'd; knock'd lo••der, yet heard nothing: would have broke in by force; when suddainly a Water-work flew from the window with such violence, that had I not duck'd quickly like a Fryer, ••••••ra quis nescit? The chamber's nothing but a meer Ostend, in every window Pewter Cannons mounted, you'll quickly ••••d with what they are charg'd, Sir.
Petru.
Why then tantara for us.
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'tfol wols
Petr••.
Thou wilt not, wilt 'a?
Mar.
Yes indeed dear father,
A••d till he seal to what I shall set down,
〈◊〉〈◊〉 any thing I know for ever.
Soph.
Indeed these are Bug-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.
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.
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.
Mar.
All this I believe, and none of all these parcels
I dare accept against; nay more, so far
I am from making these the ends I aim at,
These idle outward things, these womens fears,
That were I yet unmarried, free to choose
Through all the Tribes of man, I'll take Petruchio
In's shirt, with one ten Groats to pay the Priest,
Before the best man living, or the ablest
That e'er leap'd out of Lancashire, and they are right ones.
Petron.
Why do you play the fool then, and stand prating
Out of the window like a broken Miller!
Petru.
If you will have me credit you Maria,
Come down, and let your love confirm it.
Mar.
Stay there, Sir, that bargain's yet to make.
Bya.
Play sure wench, the Pack s in thine own hand.
Soph.
Let me die lowsie, if these two wenches
Be not brewing knavery to stock a Kingdom.
Petru.
Why this is a Riddle:
I love you, and I love you not.
Mar.
It is so:
And till your own experience do untie it,
This distance I must keep,
Petru.
If you talk more,
I am angry, very angry.
Mar.
I am glad on't, and I will talk.
Petru.
Prethee peace,
Let me not think thou art mad. I tell thee woman,
If thou goest forward, I am still Petruchio.
Mar.
And I am worse, a woman that can fear
Neither Petruchio Furius, nor his fame,
Nor any thing that tends to our allegeance;
There's a short method for you, now you know me.
Petru.
If you can carry't so, 'tis very well.
Bya.
No, you shall carry it, Sir.
Petru.
Peace gentle Low-bel.
Petron.
Use no more words, but come down instantly,
I charge thee by the duty of a child.
Petru.
Prethee come Maria, I forgive all.
Mar.
Stay there; That duty, that you charge me by
(If you consider truly what you say)
Is now another man's, you gave't away
I' th' Church, if you remember, to my Husband:
So all you can exact now, is no more
But only a due reverence to your person,