_Hostis_. They cannot misse us, yet they regard us not.
_Citty wife_. Misse us! no faith, but would all women were of my minde,
they call us weaker vessels, they should finde vessels of us, but no
weake vessels, I warrant them.
_Enter[245] Prentice_.
_Pren_. Mistris, my Maister cals for ye.
_Hostis_. Goe, ile come anon, hees not so hastie to give me what I want,
I warrant ye.
[_Exit[245] Prentice_.
_City w_. No, would he were; little thinkes the husband what goes
through the wives hand, washing, wringing, and rubbing, up early, down
late, & a thousand things they looke not too.
_Hostis_. And yet they must have the government of all.
_City w_. And great reason they have for it, but a wise man will put in
a Woman's hand: what sheele save that hee spends.
_Hostis_. You have a pretty Ruffe, how deepe is it?
_City w_. Nay, this is but shallowe, marrie I have a Ruffe is a quarter
deepe, measured by the yard.
_Hostis_. Indeede, by the yard.
_City w_. By the standard: you have a pretty set too, how big is the
steele you set it with?
_Hostis_.
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