Ros. Wilt thou use me kindly,
And beat me but once a week?

Bel. If you deserve no more.

Ros. And wilt thou get me with child?

Bel. Dost thou ask me seriously?

Ros. Yes, indeed do I.

Bel. Yes, I will get thee with child. Come presently,
An’t be but in revenge, I’ll do thee that courtesy.
Well, if thou wilt fear God, and me, have at thee!

Ros. I’ll love you, and I’ll honour you.

Bel. I am pleased then.

Mir. This Wild-Goose Chase is done; we have non o’both sides.
Brother, your love, and now to church of all hands;
Let’s lose no time.

Pinac. Our travelling lay by.

Bel. No more for Italy; for the Low Countries, I.

[Exeunt.