Bel. It will if ye urge it.
'Bless your five wits.
Ros. Nay, 'prethee stay, I'le have thee.
Bel. You must ask me leave first.
Ros. Wilt thou use me kindly;
And beat me but once a week?
Bel. If ye deserve no more.
Ros. And wilt thou get me with child?
Bel. Dost thou ask me seriously?
Ros. Yes indeed do I.
Bel. Yes, I will get thee with child: come presently,
And 't be but in revenge, I'le do thee that courtesie.
Well, if thou wilt fear God, and me; have at thee.
Ros. I'le love ye, and I'le honour ye.