By seeing our depart. Then, when we come,
And if that she and I do fall to words,
Set in thy foote and quarrell with her men,
Draw, fight, strike, hurt, but do not kill the slaves, 245
And make as though thou struckst at a man,
And hit her, and thou canst,—a plague upon her!—
She hath misusde me, Dicke: wilt thou do this?
Coom. Yes, mistresse, I will strike her men; but God forbid that ere Dicke Coomes should be seene to strike a woman! 250
Mi. Gour. Why, she is mankind,[1752] therefore thou maist strike her.
Coom. Mankinde! nay, and she have any part of a man, Ile strike her, I warrant.