That slanderous Detractor of our Sex:
That Misogynos, that blasphemous Slaue?
I will be so reueng’d.
Enter Clowne.
Atlan. Madame, no more,
He is not worth your wrath:
Let me alone with him.
Clow. Whist, doe you heare?
Atlan. How now, what art thou?
Clow. Not your Seruant, and yet a Messenger,