Bev. Your name?
Ron. Thomas ap William ap Morgan ap Davy ap Roger, &c.
Trin. Spinola's camp's broke loose: a troop of soldiers!
Bev. O me! my husband! O me, wretch! 'tis my husband.
Trin. One man, and wear so many names!
Bev. O sir,
H' has more outrageous devils in his rage
Than names. As you respect your life, avoid him:
Down at that window——
Trin. 'Tis as high as Paul's;
Open the garden door.
Bev. He has the keys.
Down at some window, as you love your life,
Tender my honour, and your safety.
Ron. Bevilona!
Down, or I'll break the doors, and with the splinters
Beat all thy bones to pieces: down, you whore,
Bev. Be patient but a little; I come instantly.