Bel. An you make no better harmony after you are married, than you have before, you are the miserablest couple in Christendom.
Wild. 'Tis no great matter; if I had had a good voice, she would have spoiled it before to-morrow.
Bel. When Maskall has married Beatrix, you may learn of her.
Mask. You shall put her life into a lease, then.
Wild. Upon condition, that when I drop into your house from hunting, I may set my slippers at your door, as a Turk does at a Jew's, that you may not enter.
Theo. And while you refresh yourself within, he shall wind the horn without.
Mask. I'll throw up my lease first.
Bel. Why, thou wouldst not be so impudent, to marry Beatrix for thyself only?
Beat. For all his ranting and tearing now, I'll pass my word, he shall degenerate into as tame and peaceable a husband, as a civil woman would wish to have.
Enter Don Melchor, with a Servant.