his Lady, I
shall hear, and know this: and though I am not bound to fight for women,
as far they are good I dare preserve 'em: be not too bold, for if you
be, I'le swinge you monstrously without all pity, your honours now goe,
avoid me mainly. [_Exeunt._

_Wid._ Well Sir, you have delivered me, I thank you, and with your
nobleness prevented danger, their tongues might utter, we'll all go and
eat Sir.

_Vol._ No, no, I dare not trust my self with women, go to your
meat, eat little, take less ease, and tie your body to a daily labour,
you may live honestly, and so I thank you. [_Exit._

_Wid._ Well go thy ways, thou art a noble fellow, and some means I
must work to have thee know it. [_Exit._

_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Uncle, _and_ Merchant.

_Unc._ Most certain 'tis her hands that hold him up, and her sister
relieves _Frank_.

_Mer._ I am glad to hear it: but wherefore do they not pursue this
fortune to some fair end?

_Unc._ The women are too craftie, _Valentine_ too coy, and
_Frank_ too bashfull, had any wise man hold of such a blessing,
they would strike it out o'th' flint but they would form it.

_Enter_ Widow, _and_ Shorthose.

_Mer._ The Widow sure, why does she stir so early?

_Wid._ 'Tis strange, I cannot force him to understand me, and make
a benefit of what I would bring him: tell my sister I'le use my
devotions at home this morning, she may if she please go to Church.

_Short._ Hey ho.

_Wid._ And do you wait upon her with a torch Sir.

_Short._ Hey ho.

_Wid._ You lazie Knave.

_Short._ Here is such a tinkle tanklings that we can ne're lie
quiet, and sleep our prayers out. _Ralph_, pray emptie my right
shooe that you made your Chamber-pot, and burn a little Rosemarie in't,
I must wait upon my Lady. This morning Prayer has brought me into a
consumption, I have nothing left but flesh and bones about me.

_Wid._ You drousie slave, nothing but sleep and swilling!

_Short._ Had you been bitten with Bandog fleas, as I have been, and
haunted with the night Mare.

_Wid._ With an Ale-pot.

_Short._ You would have little list to morning Prayers, pray take
my fellow _Ralph_, he has a Psalm Book, I am an ingrum man.

_Wid._ Get you ready quickly, and when she is ready wait upon her
handsomely; no more, be gone.

_Short._ If I do snore my part out-- [_Exit_ Short.

_Unc._ Now to our purposes.

_Mer._ Good morrow, Madam.

_Wid._ Good morrow, Gentlemen.

_Unc._