Xa. Yes, indeed, I use him as he deserves. He finds I have got a Tongue in my Head.
Eu. Well, and what does he say to you again?
Xa. At first he used to hector at me lustily, thinking to fright me with his big Words.
Eu. Well, and did your Words never come to downright Blows?
Xa. Once, and but once, and then the Quarrel rose to that Height on both Sides, that we were within an Ace of going to Fisty-Cuffs.
Eu. How, Woman! say you so?
Xa. He held up his Stick at me, swearing and cursing like a Foot-Soldier, and threatening me dreadfully.
Eu. Were not you afraid then?
Xa. Nay, I snatch'd up a three legg'd Stool, and if he had but touch'd me with his Finger, he should have known he had to do with a Woman of Spirit.
Eu. Ah! my Xantippe, that was not becoming.