bs i'faith, married, and with child too!
how long has this been, I trow? they seem grave fellows, they should not
come to flout; married, and bedded, the world takes notice too! where
lies this May-game? I could be vext extreamly now, and rail too, but
'tis to no end, though I itch a little, must I be scratcht I know not
how, who waits there?

_Enter_ Humphrey, _a_ Servant.

_Hum._ Madam.

_Wid._ Make ready my Coach quickly, and wait you only, and hark you
Sir, be secret and speedy, inquire out where he lies.

_Hum._ I shall do it, Madam.

_Wid._ Married, and got with child in a dream! 'tis fine i'faith,
sure he that did this, would do better waking. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Valentine, Fran. Lance, _and a Boy with a Torch_.

_Val._ Hold thy Torch handsomely: how dost thou _Frank_?
_Peter Bassel_, bear up.

_Fran._ You have fried me soundly, Sack do you call this drink?

_Val._ A shrewd dog, _Frank_, will bite abundantly.

_Lan._ Now could I fight, and fight with thee.

_Val._ With me, thou man of _Memphis_?

_Lan._ But that thou art mine own natural master, yet my sack says
thou art no man, thou art a Pagan, and pawnest thy land, which a noble
cause.

_Val._ No arms, nor arms, good _Lancelot_, dear _Lance_,
no fighting here, we will have Lands boy, Livings, and Titles, thou
shalt be a Vice-Roy, hang fighting, hang't 'tis out of fashion.

_Lan._ I would fain labour you into your lands again, go to, it is
behoveful.

_Fran._ Fie _Lance_, fie.

_Lan._ I must beat some body, and why not my Master, before a
stranger? charity and beating begins at home.

_Val._ Come, thou shalt beat me.

_Lan._ I will not be compel'd, and you were two Masters, I scorn
the motion.

_Val._ Wilt thou sleep?

_Lan._ I scorn sleep.

_Val._ Wilt thou go eat?

_Lan._ I scorn meat, I come for rompering, I come to wait upon my
charge discreetly; for look you, if you will not take your Mortgage
again, here do I lie S' George, and so forth.

_Val._ And here do I S' George, bestride the Dragon, thus with my
Lance.

_Lan._ I sting, I sting with my tail.

_Val._ Do you so, do you so, Sir? I shall tail you presently.

_Fran._ By no means, do not hurt him.

_Val._ Take this _Nelson_, and now rise, thou Maiden Knight of
Malllgo, lace on thy Helmet of inchanted Sack, and charge again.

_Lan._ I'le play no more, you abuse me, will you go?

_Fran._ I'le bid you good morrow, Brother, for sleep I cannot, I
have a thousand fancies.