Laun. Bless me master; look up, Sir, I beseech ye,
Up with your eyes to heaven.
Seb. Up with your nose, Sir,
I do not bleed, 'twas a sound knock she gave me,
A plaguey mankind Girl, how my [brain] totters?
Well, go thy ways, thou hast got one thousand pound more
With this dog trick,
Mine own true spirit in her too.
Laun. In her? alas Sir,
Alas poor Gentlewom[a]n, she a hand so heavy,
To knock ye like a Calf down, or so brave a courage
To beat her father? if you could believe, Sir.
Seb. Who would'st thou make me believe it was, the Devil?
Laun. One that spits fire as fast as he sometimes, Sir,
And changes shapes as often; your Son Thomas;
Never wonder, if it be not he, straight hang me.
Seb. He? if it be so,
I'll put thee in my Will, and there's an end on't.
Laun. I saw his legs, h'as Boots on like a Player,
Under his wenches cloaths, 'tis he, 'tis Thomas
In his own Sisters Cloaths, Sir, and I can wast him.
Seb. No more words then, we'll watch him, thou'lt not believe Launce,
How heartily glad I am.
Laun. May ye be gladder,
But not this way, Sir.
Seb. No more words, but watch him. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.
Enter Mary, Dorothy, and Maid.
Mary. When comes he?
Dor. Presently.
Mary. Then get you up, Doll,
Away, I'll straight come to you: is all ready?
Maid. All.
Mary. Let the light stand far enough.
Maid. 'Tis placed so.
Mary. Stay you to entertain him to his chamber,
But keep close, Wench, he flyes at all.
Maid. I warrant ye.
Mary. You need no more instruction?
Maid. I am perfect. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII.
Enter Valentine, and Thomas.
Tho. More stops yet? sure the fiend's my ghostly father,
Old Valentine; what wind's in his poop?
Val. Lady,
You are met most happily; O gentle Doll,
You must now do me an especial favour.
Tho. What is it master Valentine? I am sorely troubled
With a salt rheum faln i' my gums.
Val. I'll tell ye,
And let it move you equally; my blest Mistress,
Upon a slight occasion taking anger,
Took also (to undo me) your Aunts Nunnery,
From whence by my perswasion to redeem her,
Will be impossible: nor have I liberty
To come and visit her; my good, good Dorothy,
You are most powerful with her, and your Aunt too,
And have access at all hours liberally,
Speak now or never for me.
Thom. In a Nunnery?
That course must not be suffered, Master Valentine,
Her Mother never knew it; rare sport for me;
Sport upon sport, by th' break of day I'll meet ye,
And fear not, Man, we'll have her out I warrant ye,
I cannot stay now.
Val. You will not break?
Thom. By no means.
Good night.
Val. Good night kind Mistress Doll. [Exit.
Thom. This thrives well,
Every one takes me for my Sister, excellent;
This Nunnery's faln so pat too, to my figure,
Where there be handsome wenches, and they shall know it,
If once I creep in, ere they get me out again;
Stay, here's the house, and one of her Maids.
Enter Maid.
Maid. Who's there?
O Mistress Dorothy! you are a stranger.
Thom. Still Mistress Dorothy? this geer will cotton.
Maid. Will you walk in, Forsooth?
Thom. Where is your Mistress?
Maid. Not very well; she's gone to bed, I am glad
You are come so fit to comfort her.
Thom. Yes, I'll comfort her.
Maid. 'Pray make not much noise, for she is sure asleep,
You know your side, creep softly in, your company
Will warm her well.
Thom. I warrant thee I'll warm her.
Maid. Your Brother has been here, the strangest fellow.
Thom. A very Rogue, a rank Rogue.
Maid. I'll conduct ye
Even to her Chamber-door, and there commit ye. [Exeunt.
SCENE IX.
Enter Michael, Francis, and Officers.
Mich. Come Sir, for this night I shall entertain ye,
And like a Gentleman, how e'r your fortune
Hath cast ye on the worst part.
Fran. How you please, Sir,
I am resolv'd, nor can a joy or misery
Much move me now.
Mich. I am angry with my self now
For putting this forc'd way upon his patience,
Yet any other course had been too slender:
Yet what to think I know not, for most liberally
He hath confess'd strange wrongs, which if they prove so,
How e'r the others long love may forget all,
Yet 'twas most fit he should come back, and this way.
Drink that; and now to my care leave your Prisoner,
I'll be his guard for this night.
Officers. Good night to your Worship.
Mich. Good night, my honest friends; come, Sir, I hope
There shall be no such cause of such a sadness
As you put on.
Fran. 'Faith, Sir, my rest is up,
And what I now pull shall no more afflict me
Than if I plaid at span-Counter, nor is my face
The map of any thing I seem to suffer,
Lighter affections seldom dwell in me, Sir.
Mich. A constant Gentleman; would I had taken
A Feaver when I took this harsh way to disturb him.
Come, walk with me, Sir, ere to morrow night
I doubt not but to see all this blown over. [Exeunt.