Bel. Good words, I beseech ye;
For I will not be abused by both.
Mir. Adieu, then,
I will not trouble you, I see you are valiant,
And work your own way.
Bel. Hist, hist, I will be rul'd,
I will 'faith, I will go presently:
Will ye forsake me now and leave me i'th' suds?
You know I am false-hearted this way; I beseech ye,
Good sweet Mirabel; I'le cut your throat if ye leave me,
Indeed I will sweet heart.
Mir. I will be ready,
Still at thine elbow; take a mans heart to thee,
And speak thy mind: the plainer still the better.
She is a woman of that free behaviour,
Indeed that common courtesie, she cannot deny thee;
Go bravely on.
Bel. Madam—keep close about me,
Still at my back. Madam, sweet Madam—
Ros. Ha;
What noise is that, what saucy sound to trouble me?
Mir. What said she?
Bel. I am saucy.
Mir. 'Tis the better.
Bel. She comes; must I be saucy still?