MRS GOUR. Canst thou?
MRS BAR. Ay, that I can.
Enter MASTER GOURSEY and MASTER BARNES,
[PHILIP, FRANK, &c.]
MR GOUR. Why, how now, women? how unlike to women
Are ye both now! come, part, come, part, I say.
MR BAR. Why, what immodesty is this in you!
Come, part, I say; fie, fie.
MRS BAR. Fie, fie? I say she shall not have my torch.—
Give me thy torch, boy:—I will run a-tilt,
And burn out both her eyes in my encounter.
MRS GOUR. Give room, and let us have this hot career[429].
MR GOUR. I say ye shall not: wife, go to, tame your thoughts,
That are so mad with fury.
MR BAR. And, sweet wife,
Temper your rage with patience; do not be
Subject so much to such misgovernment.
MRS BAR. Shall I not, sir, when such a strumpet wrongs me?