Long. Let’s part the word.
Kath.
No, I’ll not be your half:
250 Take all, and wean it; it may prove an ox.
[251] Long. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!
Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so.
Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow.
Long. One word in private with you, ere I die.
255 Kath. Bleat softly, then; the butcher hears you cry. [They converse apart.
Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen