you will go.

_Val._ No not in ceremony, and to a woman, with mine own Father,
were he living _Frank_; I would toth' Court with Bears first, if it
be that wench, I think it is, for t'other's wiser, I would not be so
lookt upon, and laught at, so made a ladder for her wit, to climb upon,
for 'tis the tartest tit in Christendom, I know her well _Frank_,
and have buckled with her, so lickt, and stroaked, flear'd upon, and
flouted, and shown to Chambermaids, like a strange beast, she had
purchased with her penny.

_Fran._ You are a strange man, but do you think it was a woman?

_Val._ There's no doubt on't, who can be there to do it else?
besides the manner of the circumstances.

_Fran._ Then such courtesies, who ever does 'em sir, saving your
own wisdom, must be more lookt into, and better answered, than with
deserving slights, or what we ought to have conferred upon us, men may
starve else, means are not gotten now with crying out I am a gallant
fellow, a good Souldier, a man of learning, or fit to be employed,
immediate blessings cease like miracles, and we must grow by second
means, I pray go with me, even as you love me Sir.

_Val._ I will come to thee, but _Frank_, I will not stay to
hear your fopperies, dispatch those e're I come.

_Fran._ You will not fail me.

_Val._ Some two hours hence expect me.

_Fran._ I thank you, and will look for you. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Widow, Shorthose, _and_ Roger.

_Wid._ Who let in these puppies? you blind rascals, you drunken
Knaves several.

_Short._ Yes forsooth, I'le let 'em in presently,--Gentlemen.

_Wid._ Sprecious, you blown Pudding, bawling Rogue.

_Short._ I bawl as loud as I can, would you have me fetch 'em upon
my back.

_Wid._ Get 'em out rascal, out with 'em, out, I sweat to have 'em
near me.

_Short._ I should sweat more to carry 'em out.

_Roger._ They are Gentlemen Madam.

_Short._ Shall we get 'em into th' butterie, and make'em drunk?

_Wid._ Do any thing, so I be eased.

_Enter_ Isabel, Fount, Bella, Hare.

_Isab._ Now to her Sir, fear nothing.

_Rog._ Slip aside boy, I know she loves 'em, howsoever she carries
it, and has invited 'em, my young Mistress told me so.

_Short._ Away to tables then. [_Exeunt._

_Isab._ I shall burst with the sport on't.

_Fount._ You are too curious Madam, too full of preparation, we
expect it not.

_Bella._ Me thinks the house is handsom, every place decent, what
need you be vext?

_Hare._ We are no