And this was all the comfort that I could
From her with all my diligence attaine.
Nic. Cold comfort, Wench, but ’tis the generall fault
Of women all, to make shew of dislike
To those they most affect: and in that hope
Thou shalt to her againe: No Citie
Euer yeelded at first skirmish. Before,
You came but to a parley, thou shalt now
Giue an assault: There’s nothing batters more
A womans resolution, then rich gifts;