ENTER Curculio PRECIPITATELY FROM Phaedromus’s HOUSE.

CURCULIO: (bitterly) An old dramatist, so I’ve heard, once wrote in a tragedy that two women are worse than one. They are. But a worse woman than this wench of Phaedromus’s I never did see or hear of, either, and by gad, a worse one can’t be mentioned or even imagined! As soon as she notices I have this ring (showing the Captain’s ring) , she asks me where I got it. "What do you want to know for?" says I. "Because there’s need I should," says she. I refuse to tell her. She tried to get it off and got her teeth in my hand in the process. I just managed to get myself out of the door and make my escape. Lord deliver me from such a little beast!