Fra. Thou art enough to make an age of men so,
Thou art so cross and peevish.
Fab. I will chide him,
And if he be not graceless, make him cry for't.
Clor. I would go a mile (to see him cry) in slippers
He would look so like a whey cheese.
Fra. Would we might see him once more.
Fab. If you dare
Venture a second tryal of his temper
I make no doubt to bring him.
Clor. No, good Frank,
Let him alone, I see his vein lyes only
For falling out at Wakes and Bear-baitings,
That may express him sturdy.
Fab. Now indeed
You are too sharp sweet Sister, for unless
It be this sin, which is enough to drown him,
I mean this sowrness, he's as brave a fellow,
As forward, and as understanding else
As any he that lives.
Fra. I do believe you,
And good Sir when you see him, if we have
Distasted his opinion any way,
Make peace again.
Fab. I will: I'le leave ye Ladies.
Clor. Take heed you had best, h'as sworn to pay you else.