Ron. Be ready and wait here within this hour
I'll shew you to the King, and he shall like ye:
And if you can devise some entertainment
To fill his mirth, such as your Countrey uses,
Present it, and I'll see it grac'd.
After this Comicke Scene we shall imploy you,
For one must dye.
Sess. What is he sir? speak boldly,
For we dare boldly do.
Ron. This Ladies husband;
His name is Virolet.
Sess. We shall dispatch it. [Exit Martia, Ronvere.
O damned, damned thing: a base whore first:
And then a murtherer, I'll look to you.
Bots. Can she be grown so strange?
Ses. She has an itch;
I'll scratch you my dear daughter, I'll so claw you;
I'll curry your hot hide; married and honour'd?
And turn those holy blessings into brothels?
Your beauty into blood? I'll hunt your hotness.
I'll hunt you like a train.
Mast. We did all pitty her.
Ses. Hang her, she is not worth mans memory;
She's false and base, and let her fright all stories.
Well, though thou beest mine enemy, I'll right thee,
And right thee Nobly.
Bots. Faith sir, since she must go,
Let's spare as few as may be.
Ses. We'll take all,
And like a torrent sweep the slaves before us.
You dare endure the worst?