unto him.

_Hig._ I pour on thy pate a pot of good ale,
And by the Rogues [oth] a Rogue thee instal:
To beg on the way, to rob all thou meets;
To steal from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets:
And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang,
Let the Constable, Justice, and Devil go hang.

_Hig._ You are welcom Brother.

_All._ Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping
Of this fellow?

_Hub._ Sir, if you dare but trust me;
For if I have kept wild dogs and beasts for wonder,
And made 'em tame too: give into my custody
This roaring Rascal, I shall hamper him,
With all his knacks and knaveries, and I fear me
Discover yet a further villany in him;
O he smells ranck o'th' Rascal.

_Ger._ Take him to thee,
But if he scape--

_Hub._ Let me be ev'n hang'd for him,
Come Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash.

_Hem._ Away Rascal.

_Hub._ Be not so stubborn: I shall swindge ye soundly,
And ye play tricks with me.

_Ger._ So, now come in,
But ever have an eye Sir, to your Prisoner.

_Hub._ He must blind both mine eyes, if he get from me.

_Ger._ Go get some victuals, and some drink, some good drink;
For this day we'll keep holy to good fortune,
Come, and be frolick with us.

_Hig._ You are a stranger, Brother, I pray lead,
You must, you must, Brother. [_Exeunt._

SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Goswin _and_ Gertrude.

_Ger._ Indeed you're welcome: I have heard your scape,
And therefore give her leave, that only loves you;
(Truly and dearly loves you) give her joy leave
To bid you welcome: what is't makes you sad man?
Why do you look so wild? Is't I offend you?
Beshrew my heart, not willingly.

_Gos._ No, _Gertrude_.

_Ger._ Is't the delay of that ye long have look'd for,
A happy marriage? now I come to urge it.
Now when you please to finish it?

_Gos._ No news yet?

_Ger._ Do you hear Sir?

_Gos._ Yes.

_Ger._ Do you love me?

_Gos._ Have I liv'd
In all the happiness Fortune could seat me,
In all mens fair opinions?

_Ger._ I have provided
A Priest, that's ready for us.

_Gos._ And can the Devil,
In one ten days, that Devil Chance devour me?

_Ger._ We'll fly to what place you please.

_Gos._ No Star prosperous!
All at a swoop?

_Ger._ You do not love me _Goswin_?
You will not look upon me?

_Gos._ Can mens Prayers
Shot up to Heaven, with such a zeal as mine are,
Fall back like lazy mists, and never prosper?
Jives I must wear, and cold must be my comfort;
Darkn