Clar. By the Almighty, I’ll study negromancy but I’ll be reveng’d!
Gui. Gentlemen, leave these dissensions;
Signior Rogero, you are a man of worth.
Clar. True, all the city points at him for a knave. 190
Gui. You are of like reputation, Signior Claridiana.
The hatred ’twixt your grandsires first began;
Impute it to the folly of that age:
These your dissensions may erect a faction
Like to the Capulets and the Montagues.[157]
Men. Put it to equal arbitration, choose your friends;
The senators will think ’em happy in ’t.
Rog.[158] I’ll ne’er embrace the smoke of a furnace, the quintessence of mineral or simples, or, as I may say more learnedly, nor the spirit of quicksilver. 200
Clar. Nor I, such a Centaur,—half a man, half an ass, and all a Jew!
Gui. Nay, then, we will be constables, and force a quiet. Gentlemen, keep ’em asunder, and help to persuade ’em.
[Exeunt[159] at one door Mizaldus and Claridiana; at another Guido and Rogero.
Men. Well, ladies, your husbands behave ’em as lustily on their wedding-days as e’er I heard any. Nay, lady-widow, you and I must have a falling; you’re of Signior Mizaldus’ faction, and I am your vowed enemy, from the bodkin to the pincase. Hark in your ear. 210