Ang. No, what then? I would see her, prethee by thy leave.
Maid. Not by my leave; for she will not see you, but doth hate you, and
Your friend, and doth wish you both hang'd, which being so proper
Men, is great pity, that you are not.
Ang. How's this?
Maid. For your sweet self in particular, who she resolves perswaded your
Friend to neglect her, she deemeth whip-cord the most
Convenient unction for your back and shoulders.
Ang. Let me in, I'le satisfie her.
Ma. And if it shall happen that you are in doubt of these my speeches,
Insomuch that you shall spend more time in arguing at the
Door, I am fully perswaded that my Mistris in person from
Above, will utter her mind more at large by way of
Urine upon your head, that it may sink the more soundly
Into your understanding faculties.
Ang. This is the strangest thing, good pretty soul, why dost thou use me so?
I pray thee let me in sweet-heart.
Maid. Indeed I cannot sweet-heart.
Ang. Thou art a handsom one, and this crosseness do's not become thee.
Maid. Alas I cannot help it.