That's the worst can happen:
If there be any way to reach, and work upon him,
Upon his nature suddenly, and catch himThat he loves,
Though he dissemble it and would show contrary,
And will at length relent, I'll lay my fortune;
Nay, more, my life.
Let's break the ice for one, the rest will drink too
(Believe me, sir) of the same cup: My young gentlewoman
Wait but who sets the game a-foot; though they seem stubborn,
Reserv'd, and proud now, yet I know their hearts,
Their pulses how they beat, and for what cause, sir,
And how they long to venture their abilities
In a true quarrel. Husbands they must and will have,
Or nunneries, and thin collations
To cool their bloods. Let's all about our business;
And, if this fail, let Nature work!