Mont. I crave your pardon, and will hereafter be more circumspect.
Lav. Oh the power of a Womans tongue: it hath done more than we three with our swords durst undertake; put a mad man to silence.
Lam. Why sirrah, these are none of your comrades
To drink with in the Cellar; one of them
For ought you know, may live to be your Master.
La-p. There's some comfort yet.
Lam. Here's choice of three, a wealthy Merchant.
Mal. Hem, she's taken, she hath spy'd my good Calf,
And many Ladies chuse their Husbands by that.
Lam. A Courtier that's in grace, a valiant Captain,
And are these mates for you, away, begone.
Mont. I humbly pray you will be pleased to pardon,
And to give satisfaction to you Madam,
(Although I break my heart) I will confess
That I have wrong'd them too, and make submission.
Lam. No I'll spare that; go bid the Cook haste supper. [Exit Mont.
La-p. Oh brave Lady, thou art worthy to have servants, to be commandress of a Family, that knowest how to use and govern it.