Zuc. Dear! my love! wife!
Zoy. Hence, fellow! I am none of thy wife! No, I will be tyrannous and a most deep revenger. The order shall stand! I will marry a fellow that keeps a fox in his bosom, a goat under his armholes, and a polecat in his mouth, rather than reaccept thee. 102
Zuc. Alas! by the Lord, lady, what should I say? As Heaven shall bless me—what should I say?
Herod. Kneel and cry, man!
Zoy. Was I not handsome, generous, honest enough from my foot to my feather, for such a fellow as thou art?
Zuc. Alas! I confess—I confess!
Zoy. But go thy ways, and wive with whom thou wilt, for my part. Thou hast spun a fair thread. Who’ll kiss thee now? who’ll court thee now? who’ll ha’ thee now? 113
Zuc. Yet be a woman; and, for God’s sake, help me!
Herod. And do not stand too stiffly.
Zuc. And do not stand too stiffly! Do you make an ass of me? But let these rascals laugh at me. Alas! what[277] could I do withal? ’twas my destiny that I should abuse you! 120