MRS BAR. What, shall I sue for friendship to my foe?
PHIL. No: if she yield, will you?
MRS BAR. It may be, ay.
PHIL. Why, this is well. The other I will try.—
Come, Mistress Goursey, do you first agree.
MRS GOUR. What, shall I yield unto mine enemy?
PHIL. Why, if she will, will you?
MRS GOUR. Perhaps I will
PHIL. Nay, then, I find this goes well forward still.
Mother, give me your hand [to MRS G.], give me yours too—
Be not so loth; some good thing I must do;
But lay your torches by, I like not them;
Come, come, deliver them unto your men:
Give me your hands. So, now, sir, here I stand,
Holding two angry women in my hand:
And I must please them both; I could please tone[441],
But it is hard when there is two to one,
Especially of women; but 'tis so,
They shall be pleas'd, whether they will or no.—
Which will come first? what, both give back! ha, neither!
Why, then, yond help that both may come together[442].
So, stand still, stand [still] but a little while,
And see, how I your angers will beguile.
Well, yet there is no hurt; why, then, let me
Join these two hands, and see how they'll agree:
Peace, peace! they cry; look how they friendly kiss!
Well, all this while there is no harm in this:
Are not these two twins? twins should be both alike,
If tone speaks fair, the tother should not strike:
Jesus, the warriors will not offer blows!
Why, then, 'tis strange that you two should be foes.
O yes, you'll say, your weapons are your tongues;
Touch lip with lip, and they are bound from wrongs:
Go to, embrace, and say, if you be friends,
That here the angry women's quarrels ends.
MRS GOUR. Then here it ends, if Mistress Barnes say so.
MRS BAR. If you say ay, I list not to say no.