MAL. What take ye?
SIR RALPH. Deer.
MAL. You'll ne'er strike rascal[418]?
SIR RALPH. Yes, when ye are there.
MAL. Will ye strike me?
SIR RALPH. Yes: will ye strike again?
MAL. No, sir: it fits not maids to fight with men.
SIR RALPH. I wonder, wench, how I thy name might know.
MAL. Why, you may find it, sir, in th'Christcross row[419].
SIR RALPH. Be my schoolmistress, teach me how to spell it.