Ju. That I like not.
Tob. Nor I, they walk'd me the Fools Morris.
Lur. A Book of Wicked Women.
Ju. That's well thought on.
[L]ur. Of rude, malicious Women, of proud Women,
Of scolding Women, we shall ne'er get in.
Boy. A ballad of wrong'd Maids.
La. I'll buy that.
Lur. A little, very little Book,
Of good and godly Women, a very little one,
So little you may put it in a Nutshel.
Tob. With a small print that no body can read it.
Nur. Peace sirrah, or I'll tear your Books.