Miz. A quarrel, on my life!
Enter at one door Signior Claridiana, Abigail his wife, and the Lady Lentulus, with rosemary,[147] as from church; at the other door Signior Rogero, Thais his wife, and Mendoza Foscari, nephew to the Duke, from the bridal; they see one another, and draw; Guido and others step between them.
Clar. Good, my lord, detain me not; I will tilt at him.
Miz.[148] Remember, sir, this is your wedding-day,
And that triumph belongs only to your wife.
Rog. If you be noble, let me cut off his head.
Gui.[149] Remember, o’ the other side, you have a maiden-head of your own to cut off. 150
Rog. I’ll make my marriage-day like to the bloody bridal
Alcides by the fiery Centaurs had!
Tha. Husband, dear husband!
Rog. Away with these catterwallers!
Come on, sir.
Clar. Thou son of a Jew!