jest,
And yet the jest may chance to break our necks
Should it be known.

_Cler._ Fear nothing.

_Din._ _Cleremont_,
Say, what success?

_Cler._ As thou wouldst wish, 'tis done Lad,
The grove will witness with me, that this night
I lay not like a block: but how speed you?

_Din._ I yet am in suspence, devise some means
To get these off, and speedily.

_Cler._ I have it,
Come, we are dull, I think that the good fellows,
Our predecessors in this place, were not
So foolish, and improvident husbands, but
'Twill yield us meat and wine.

_1 Gent._ Let's ransack it,
'Tis ours now by the Law.

_Cler._ How say you sweet one,
Have you an appetite?

_Ana._ To walk again
I'th' Woods, if you think fit, rather than eat.

_Cler._ A little respite prethee; nay blush not,
You ask but what's your own, and warrantable:
_Monsieur_, _Beaupre_, _Verdone_,
What think you of the motion?

_Verd._ Lead the way.

_Beau._ We follow willingly. [_Ex. Man._ Din. _and_ Lam.

_Cler._ When you shall think fit,
We will expect you.

_Din._ Now be mistris of
Your promise Lady.

_Lam._ 'Twas to give you hearing.

_Din._ But that word hearing, did include a grant,
And you must make it good.

_Lam._ Must?

_Din._ Must and shall,
I will be fool'd no more, you had your tricks;
Made properties of me, and of my friend;
Presum'd upon your power, and whip'd me with
The rod of mine own dotage: do not flatter
Your self with hope, that any humane help
Can free you, and for aid by miracle
A base unthankfull woman is unworthy.

_Lam._ You will not force me?

_Din._ Rather than enjoy you
With your consent, because I will torment you;
I'le make you feel the effects of abus'd love,
And glory in your torture.

_Lam._ Brother, Nephew,
Help, help, for Heavens sake.

_Din._ Tear your throat, cry louder,
Though every leaf, these trees bear, were an Echo,
And summon'd in your best friends to redeem you,
It should be fruitless: 'tis not that I love you,
Or value those delights you prize so high,
That I'le enjoy you, a French crown will buy
More sport, and a companion, to whom,
You in your best trim are an Ethiop.

_Lam._ Forbear me then.

_Din._ Not so, I'le do't in spite,
And break that stubborn disobedient will,
That hath so long held out, that boasted honour
I will make equal with a common Whores;
The spring of Chastity, that fed your pride,
And grew into a River of vain glory,
I will defile with mudd, the mudd of lust,