These fingers, that were expert in the jerk;
Instead of lashing of the trembling _podex_,
Must learn pash and knock, and beat and mall,
Cleave pates and _caputs_; he that enters here,
Comes on to his death! _mors mortis_ he shall taste.
[_He hides himself_.

MRS MA. Alas! poor fool, the pedant's mad for love!
Thinks me more mad that I would marry him.
He's come to watch me with a rusty bill,
To keep my friends away by force of arms:
I will not see him, but stand still aside,
And here observe him what he means to do. [_Retires_.

AMIN. _O utinam_, that he that loves her best,
Durst offer but to touch her in this place!
_Per Jovem et Junonem! hoc_
Shall pash his coxcomb such a knock,
As that his soul his course shall take
To Limbo and Avernus' lake.
In vain I watch in this dark hole;
Would any living durst my manhood try,
And offer to come up the stairs this way!

MRS MA. O, We should see you make a goodly fray. [_Aside_.]

AMIN. The wench I here watch with my bill,
_Amo, amas, amavi_ still.
_Qui audet_--let him come that dare!
Death, hell, and limbo be his share!