973Frail. Sirrah Simon Saint Mary-Overies, my Mistris

974sends away all her suiters, and puts fleas in their eares.

975Sim. Frailty, she does like an honest, chast, and vir-

976tuous woman; for Widows ought not to wallow in the

977puddle of Iniquity.

978Frail. Yet, Simon, many Widows will do't, what so

979ere comes on't.

980Sim. True, Frailty, their filthy flesh desires a Con-

981junction Copulative; what strangers are within,

982Frailty?

983Frail. There's none, Simon; but master Pilfer the Tay-

984lor: he's above with Sir Godfrey, praising of a Doublet:

985and I must trudge anon to fetch Master Suds the Barber.

986Sim. Master Sud's a good man, he washes the sins of

987the Beard clean.

988Skir. How now, creatures? what's a Clock?

990Frail. Why, doe you take us to be Jack at th'Clock-

991house?

992Skir. I say again to you what's a Clock?

993Sim. Truly la, we go by the Clock of our Conscience,

994all worldly Clocks we know go false, and are set by

995drunken Sextons.

996Skir. Then what's a Clock in your Conscience?---oh,

997I must break off, here comes the Corporall---hum, hum:

998---what's a Clock?

1000Corp. A Clock? why past seventeen.

1001Frail. Past seventeen? nay, h'as met with his match

1002now, Corporall Oath will fit him.

1003Skir. Thou dost not bawke or baffle me, dost thou?

1004I am a Souldier---past seventeen.

1005Corp. I, thou art not angry with the figures, art thou?

1006I will prove it unto thee, 12. and 1. is thirteen I hope,

10072. fourteen, 3. fifteen, 4. sixteen, and 5. seventeen, then

1008past seventeen, I will take the Dialls part in a just cause.

1009Skir. I say 'tis but past five then.

1010Corp. I'le swear 'tis past seventeen then: dost thou

1011not know numbers? canst thou not cast?

1012Skir. Cast? dost thou speak of my casting ith' street?

1014Corp. I, and in the Market place.

1016Frail. I, I knew by their shuffling Clubs would be

1017Trump; masse here's the Knave, and he can do any good

1018upon 'em: Clubs, Clubs, Clubs.

1020Cap. O Villain, thou hast open'd a vain in my Leg.

1021Pye. How now? for shame, for shame, put up, put up.

1022Cap. By yon blew Welkin, 'twas out of my part,

1023George, to be hurt on the Leg.

1025Pye. Oh peace now---I have a Cordiall here to com-

1026fort thee.

1027Offi. Down with 'em, down with 'em, lay hands upon

1028the Villain.

1029Skir. Lay hands on me?

1030Pye. I'le not be seen among 'em now.

1031Cap. I'me hurt, and had more need have Surgeons,

1032Lay hands upon me then, rough Officers.

1033Offi. Go, carry him to be drest then:

1034This mutinous Soldier shall along with me to prison.

1035Skir. To prison? where's George?

1037Pye. So,

1038All lights as I would wish, the amaz'd Widow,

1039Will plant me strongly now in her belief,

1040And wonder at the virtue of my words:

1041For the event turns these presages from 'em,

1042Of being mad and dumb, and begets joy

1043Mingled with admiration: these empty creatures,

1044Souldier and Corporall, were but ordain'd

1045As instruments for me to work upon.