Ros. I tell ye true, I cannot hold off longer,
Nor give no more hard language.
de-Ga. You shall not need.
Ros. I love the Gentleman, and must now show it;
Shall I beat a proper man out of heart?
Lug. There's none advises ye.
Lil. 'Faith I repent me too.
Lug. Repent, and spoil all,
Tell what ye know, ye had best.
Lil. I'le tell what I think;
For if he ask me now, if I can love him,
I'le tell him yes, I can: The man's a kind man;
And out of his true honesty affects me;
Although he plaid the fool, which I requited;
Must I still hold him at the staves end?
Lug. You are two strange women.
Ros. We may be, if we fool still.
Lug. Dare ye believe me?
Follow but this advice I have set you in now,
And if ye lose: would ye yield now so basely?
Give up without your honours saved?