Pin. This is a dainty Damosel:
I think 'twill tame ye: can ye ride post?
Lil. O excellently: I am never weary that way:
A hundred mile a day is nothing with me.
Bel. I'le travel under ground: do you hear (sweet Lady?)
I find it will be dangerous for a woman.
Ros. No danger, Sir, I warrant; I love to be under.
Bel. I see she will abuse me all the world over:
But say we pass through Germany, and drink hard?
Ros. We'll learn to drink and swagger too.
Bel. She'l beat me.
Lady, I'le live at home.
Ros. And I'le live with thee;
And we'll keep house together.
Bel. I'le keep hounds first;
And those I hate right heartily.
Pin. I go for Turky,
And so it may be up into Persia.