NICH. Yes, I could have said to you, sir, Take heed is a good reed.[347]
PHIL. Why to me, take heed?
NICH. For happy is he whom other men's harms do make to beware.
PHIL. O, beware, Frank! Slip away, Mall, you know what I told ye. I'll hold our mothers both in talk meanwhile. [Aside.] Mother and Mistress Barnes, methinks you should not stand in hatred so hard one with another.
MRS BAR. Should I not, sir? should I not hate a harlot,
That robs me of my right, vild[348] boy?
MRS GOUR. That title I return unto thy teeth, [Exeunt FRANCIS and MALL. And spit the name of harlot in thy face.
MRS BAR. Well, 'tis not time of night to hold out chat
With such a scold as thou art; therefore now
Think that I hate thee, as I do the devil.
MRS GOUR. The devil take thee, if thou dost not, wretch!
MRS BAR. Out upon thee, strumpet!
MRS GOUR. Out upon thee, harlot!