That thou mightst see my skill.
Atl. Sir, that will I. |Strike him.|
Mis. How’s this?
Atl. Impudent slaue,
How dar’st thou looke a woman in the face,
Or commence loue to any: Specially to mee?
Thou know’st I’me vow’d thy publique enemie,
Which this, and this, and this shall testifie.
Mis. Oh that I had a weapon, thou shouldst know,
A thousand women could not stand one blow,