Ile have my men beate ye for staying here.
Phi. Beate him, mother! as I am true man,
They were better beate the divell and his dam.
Mi. Bar. What, wilt thou take his part? 185
Phil. To do him good,
And twere to wade hetherto up in blood.
Fran. God a mercy, Phil![1789]—But, mother, heare me.
Mis. Bar. Calst thou me mother? no, thy mothers name
Carryes about with it reproche and shame. 190
Give me my daughter: ere that she shall wed