Piso. He has amazed me.
Ang. With a blow?
By'r Lady 'twas a sound one; are ye good
At taking knocks? I shall know you hereafter:
You were to blame to tempt a man so far
Before you knew him certain: h'as not hurt ye?
Piso. No I think.
Lod. We were to blame indeed to go so far,
For men may be mistaken: if he had swinged us
H'had serv'd us right: Beshrew my heart, I think,
We have done the Gentlewoman as much wrong too,
For hang me if I know her
In my particular.
Piso. Nor I; this 'tis to credit
Mens idle tongues; I warrant they have said
As much by our two Mothers.
Lod. Like enough.
Ang. I see a beating now and then does more
Move and stir up a mans contrition
Than a sharp Sermon, here probatum est.
Enter Frederick, and Servant.
Ser. What shall I tell your Sister?
Fred. Tell her this,
Till she be better conversation'd
And leave her walking by her self, and whining
To her old melancholy Lute, I'le keep
As far from her as the Gallows. [Exit Servant.