Thun. Let critics take heed how they grumble,
For then begin I for to rumble.
Light. Let the ladies allow us their graces,
Or I'll blast all the paint on their faces,
And dry up their petre to soot.
Thun. Let the critics look to't.
Light. Let the ladies look to't.[9]
Thun. For Thunder will do't.
Light. For Lightning will shoot.