Bel. Yes truly do I; I confess I fear ye,
And honour ye, and any thing.
Ros. Farewel then.
Wom. And when ye come to woo next bring more mercy.
[Exeunt.
Enter two Gentlemen.
Bel. A Dairy-maid! a Tinkers-Trull! Heaven bless me!
Sure if I had provok'd 'em, they had quarter'd me.
I am a most ridiculous Ass, now I perceive it:
A Coward, and a Knave too.
1 Gent. 'Tis the mad Gentleman:
Let's set our Faces right.
Bel. No, no, laugh at me;
And laugh aloud.
2 Gent. We are better manner'd, Sir.