There was no harme nor bloudshed you did see:
Tush, feare us not, for we shall well agree.
I take my leave, sir.—Come, kinde harted man,
That speakes his wife so faire, I, now and than; 235
I know you would not for an hundreth pound
That I should heare your voyces churlish sound;
I know you have a farre more milder tune
Then 'Peace, be quiet, wife'; but I have done.
Will ye go home? the doore directs the way; 240
But, if you will not, my dutie is to stay.