1 Daugh. Ye shall be set, Sir,
Upon a jade shall shake ye.
Jud. Sheets, good Madam,
Will do it ten times better.
1 Daugh. Whips, good Soldier.
Which ye shall taste before ye hang, to mortifie ye;
'Tis pity ye should die thus desperate.
2 Daugh. These are the merry Romans the brave madcaps.
'Tis ten to one we'll cool your resolutions.
Bring out the whips.
Jud. Would your good Ladyships
Would exercise 'em too.
4 Sold. Surely Ladies,
We'll shew you a strange patience.
Nen. Hang 'em Rascals,
They'll talk thus on the wheel. [Enter Caratach.
Car. Now, what's the matter?
What are these fellows? what's the crime committed,
That they wear necklaces?
Nen. They are Roman Rogues,
Taken a Forraging.
Car. Is that all, Nennius?