Mir. She has almost struck me dumb too.
Ros. And declaim
Against your base malicious tongues; your noises;
For they are nothing else: You teach behaviours?
Or touch us for our freedoms? teach your selves manners,
Truth and sobriety, and live so clearly
That our lives may shine in ye; and then task us:
It seems ye are hot, the suburbs will supply ye.
Good Women scorn such Gamesters; so I'le leave ye,
I am sorry to see this: 'faith Sir, live fairly. [Exit.
Mir. This woman, if she hold on, may be vertuous,
'Tis almost possible: we'll have a new day.
Bel. Ye brought me on, ye forced me to this foolery;
I am asham'd, I am scorn'd, I am flurted; yes, I am so:
Though I cannot talk to a woman like your worship,
And use my phrases, and my learned figures,
Yet I can fight with any man.
Bel. I can, Sir,
And I will fight.
Mir. With whom?
Bel. With you, with any man;
For all men now will laugh at me.
Mir. Prethee be moderate.
Bel. And I'le beat all men. Come.