SCENE IV.[1292

[_Enter_] COB.

_Cob._ [_knocks at the door._] What, Tib! Tib, I say!

_Tib._ [_within._] How now, what cuckold is that knocks so hard? _Enter_ TIB. O, husband! is it you? What’s the news? 5

_Cob._ Nay, you have stunn’d me, i’ faith; you ha’ giv’n me a knock o’ the forehead will stick by me. Cuckold! ’Slid, cuckold!

_Tib._ Away, you fool! did I know it was you that knockt? Come, come, you may call me as bad when you list. 11

_Cob._ May I? Tib, you are a whore.

_Tib._ You lie in your throat, husband.

_Cob._ How, the lie! and in my throat too! do you long to be stabb’d, ha? 15

_Tib._ Why, you are no soldier, I hope.

_Cob._ O, must you be stabb’d by a soldier? Mass, that’s true! When was Bobadill here, your captain? that rogue, that foist,[1293] that fencing Burgullion?[1294] I’ll tickle him, i’ faith.

_Tib._ Why, what’s the matter, trow? 21

_Cob._ O, he has basted me rarely, sumptuously! but I have it here in black and white [_Pulls out the warrant_], for his black and blue shall pay him. O, the justice, the honestest old brave (25) Trojan in London; I do honour the very flea of his dog. A plague on him, though, he put me once in a villanous filthy fear; marry, it vanished away like the smoke of tobacco; but I was smokt[1295] soundly first. I thank the devil, (30) and his good angel, my guest. Well, wife, or Tib, which you will, get you in, and lock the door; I charge you let nobody in to you, wife; nobody in to you; those are my words: not Captain Bob himself, nor the fiend in his (35) likeness. You are a woman, you have flesh and blood enough in you to be tempted; therefore keep the door shut upon all comers.

_Tib._ I warrant you, there shall nobody enter here without my consent. 40

_Cob._ Nor with your consent, sweet Tib; and so I leave you.

_Tib._ It’s more than you know, whether you leave me so.

_Cob._ How? 45

_Tib._ Why, _sweet_.

_Cob._ Tut, sweet or sour, thou art a flower. Keep close thy door, I ask no more. [_Exeunt._]