1. Daugh. Is't not allow'd?
Car. Those that should gild our Conquest,
Make up a Battel worthy of our winning,
Catch'd up by craft?
2. Daugh. By any means that's lawfu[l].
Car. A womans wisdom in our triumphs? out,
Out ye sluts, ye follies; from our swords
Filch our revenges basely? arm again, Gentlemen:
Soldiers, I charge ye help 'em.
2. Daugh. By —— Uncle,
We will have vengeance for our rapes.
Car. By ——
You should have kept your legs close then: dispatch there.
1. Daug. I will not off thus.
Car. He that stirs to execute,
Or she, though it be your selves, by him that got me,
Shall quickly feel mine anger: one great day given us,
Not to be snatch'd out of our hands but basely;
And we must shame the gods from whence we have it,
With setting snares for Soldiers? I'll run away first,
Be hooted at, and children call me coward,
Before I set up scales for Victories:
Give 'em their swords.
2 Daugh. O gods.
Car. Bear off the women
Unto their Mother.