SIR PAUL. It concerns me and only me. Besides, I'm not to be
governed at all times. When I am in tranquillity, my Lady Plyant
shall command Sir Paul; but when I am provoked to fury, I cannot
incorporate with patience and reason: as soon may tigers match with
tigers, lambs with lambs, and every creature couple with its foe, as
the poet says.

LADY PLYANT. He's hot-headed still! 'Tis in vain to talk to you;
but remember I have a curtain-lecture for you, you disobedient,
headstrong brute.

SIR PAUL. No, 'tis because I won't be headstrong, because I won't
be a brute, and have my head fortified, that I am thus exasperated.
But I will protect my honour, and yonder is the violator of my fame.

LADY PLYANT. 'Tis my honour that is concerned, and the violation
was intended to me. Your honour! You have none but what is in my
keeping, and I can dispose of it when I please: therefore don't
provoke me.

SIR PAUL. Hum, gadsbud, she says true. Well, my lady, march on; I
will fight under you, then: I am convinced, as far as passion will
permit. [LADY PLYANT and SIR PAUL come up to MELLEFONT.]

LADY PLYANT. Inhuman and treacherous -

SIR PAUL. Thou serpent and first tempter of womankind.

CYNT. Bless me! Sir, madam, what mean you?