1124Laf I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it.

1125Par I haue not my Lord deseru'd it.

1126Laf Yes good faith, eu'ry dramme of it, and I will

1127not bate thee a scruple.

1128Par Well, I shall be wiser.

1129Laf Eu'n as soone as thou can'st, for thou hast to pull

1130at a smacke a'th contrarie. If euer thou bee'st bound

1131in thy skarfe and beaten, thou shall finde what it is to be

1132proud of thy bondage, I haue a desire to holde my ac-

1133quaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I

1134may say in the default, he is a man I know.

1135Par My Lord you do me most insupportable vexati-

1136on.

1137Laf I would it were hell paines for thy sake, and my

1138poore doing eternall: for doing I am past, as I will by

1139thee, in what motion age will giue me leaue. Exit

1140Par Well, thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace

1141off me; scuruy, old, filthy, scuruy Lord: Well, I must

1142be patient, there is no fettering of authority. Ile beate

1143him (by my life) if I can meete him with any conueni-

1144ence, and he were double and double a Lord. Ile haue

1145no more pittie of his age then I would haue of------ Ile

1146beate him, and if I could but meet him agen.

1148Laf Sirra, your Lord and masters married, there's

1149newes for you: you haue a new Mistris.

1150Par I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to

1151make some reseruation of your wrongs. He is my good

1152Lord, whom I serue aboue is my master.

1153Laf Who? God.

1154Par I sir.

1155Laf The deuill it is, that's thy master. Why dooest

1156thou garter vp thy armes a this fashion? Dost make hose

1157of thy sleeues? Do other seruants so? Thou wert best set

1158thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine Honor,

1159if I were but two houres yonger, I'de beate thee: mee-

1160think'st thou art a generall offence, and euery man shold

1161beate thee: I thinke thou wast created for men to breath

1162themselues vpon thee.

1163Par This is hard and vndeserued measure my Lord.

1164Laf Go too sir, you were beaten in Italyfor picking

1165a kernell out of a Pomgranat, you are a vagabond, and

1166no true traueller: you are more sawcie with Lordes and

1167honourable personages, then the Commission of your

1168birth and vertue giues you Heraldry. You are not worth

1169another word, else I'de call you knaue. I leaue you.

1172Par Good, very good, it is so then: good, very

1173good, let it be conceal'd awhile.

1174Ros Vndone, and forfeited to cares for euer.

1175Par What's the matter sweet-heart?

1176Rossill Although before the solemne Priest I haue

1177sworne, I will not bed her.

1178Par What? what sweet heart?

1179Ros O my Parrolles they haue married me:

1180Ile to the Tuscanwarres, and neuer bed her.

1181Par Franceis a dog-hole, and it no more merits,

1182The tread of a mans foot: too'th warres.

1183Ros There's letters from my mother: What th' im-

1184port is, I know not yet.

1185Par I that would be knowne: too'th warrs my boy,

1186too'th warres:

1187He weares his honor in a boxe vnseene,

1188That hugges his kickie wickie heare at home,

1189Spending his manlie marrow in her armes

1190Which should sustaine the bound and high curuet

1191Of Marsesfierie steed: to other Regions,

1192Franceis a stable, wee that dwell in't Iades,

1193Therefore too'th warre.

1194Ros It shall be so, Ile send her to my house,

1195Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,

1196And wherefore I am fled: Write to the King

1197That which I durst not speake. His present gift

1198Shall furnish me to those Italian fields

1199Where noble fellowes strike: Warres is no strife

1200To the darke house, and the detected wife.

1201Par Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure?

1202Ros Go with me to my chamber, and aduice me.

1203Ile send her straight away: To morrow,

1204Ile to the warres, she to her single sorrow.

1205Par Why these bals bound, ther's noise in it. Tis hard

1206A yong man maried, is a man that's mard:

1207Therefore away, and leaue her brauely: go,

1208The King ha's done you wrong: but hush 'tis so. Exit

1210Hel My mother greets me kindly, is she well?

1211Clo She is not well, but yet she has her health, she's

1212very merrie, but yet she is not well: but thankes be gi-

1213uen she's very well, and wants nothing i'th world: but

1214yet she is not well.

1215Hel If she be verie wel, what do's she ayle, that she's

1216not verie well?

1217Clo Truly she's very well indeed, but for two things

1218Hel What two things?

1219Clo One, that she's not in heauen, whether God send

1220her quickly: the other, that she's in earth, from whence

1221God send her quickly.

1223Par Blesse you my fortunate Ladie.

1224Hel I hope sir I haue your good will to haue mine

1225owne good fortune.

1226Par You had my prayers to leade them on, and to

1227keepe them on, haue them still. O my knaue, how do's

1228my old Ladie?

1229Clo So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money,

1230I would she did as you say.

1231Par Why I say nothing.

1232Clo Marry you are the wiser man: for many a mans

1233tongue shakes out his masters vndoing: to say nothing,

1234to do nothing, to know nothing, and to haue nothing,

1235is to be a great part of your title, which is within a verie

1236little of nothing.

1237Par Away, th'art a knaue.

1238Clo You should haue said sir before a knaue, th'art a

1239knaue, that's before me th'art a knaue: this had beene

1240truth sir.

1241Par Go too, thou art a wittie foole, I haue found

1242thee.

1243Clo Did you finde me in your selfe sir, or were you

1244taught to finde me?

1245Clo The search sir was profitable, and much Foole

1246may you find in you, euen to the worlds pleasure, and the

1247encrease of laughter.

1248Par A good knaue ifaith, and well fed.

1249Madam, my Lord will go awaie to night,