Lyd. Yes, but I will.
L. Flip. Then you are a Park-woman certainly, and you will take it kindly if I leave you.
Lyd. No, you must not leave me.
L. Flip. Then you must leave them.
Lyd. I'll see if they are worse company than you, first.
L. Flip. Monstrous impudence!—will you not come? [Pulls Lydia.
Vin. Nay, madam, I never suffer any violence to be used to a woman but what I do myself: she must stay, and you must not go.
L. Flip. Unhand me, you rude fellow!
Vin. Nay, now I am sure you will stay and be kind; for coyness in a woman is as little sign of true modesty, as huffing in a man is of true courage.