GFORD.
Content, say I: and what so ere befall,
Shake hands, my Lord, and fortune thrive at all.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II.

SCENE I. Manchester. The Mill.

[Enter Em and Trotter, the Millers man, with a kerchife on his
head, and an Urinall in his hand.]

EM.
Trotter, where have you been?

TROTTER.
Where have I been? why, what signifies this?

EM.
A kerchiefe, doth it not?

TROTTER.
What call you this, I pray?

EM.
I say it is an Urinall.

TROTTER.
Then this is mystically to give you to understand, I have
been at the Phismicaries house.

EM.
How long hast thou been sick?

TROTTER.
Yfaith, even as long as I have not been half well, and that
hath been a long time.

EM.
A loitering time, I rather imagine.

TROTTER.
It may be so: but the Phismicary tells me that you can help
Me.

EM.
Why, any thing I can do for recovery of thy health be right
well assured of.

TROTTER.
Then give me your hand.

EM.
To what end?

TROTTER.
That the ending of an old indenture is the beginning of a
new bargain.

EM.
What bargain?

TROTTER.
That you promised to do any thing to recover my health.

EM.
On that condition I give thee my hand.

TROTTER.
Ah, sweet Em!

[Here he offers to kiss her.]

EM.
How now, Trotter! your masters daughter?

TROTTER.
Yfaith, I aim at the fairest.
Ah, Em, sweet Em!
Fresh as the flower,
That hath pour
To wound my heart,
And ease my smart,
Of me, poor thief,
In prison bound--

EM.
So all your rhyme
Lies on the ground.
But what means this?

TROTTER.
Ah, mark the device--
For thee, my love,
Full sick I was,
In hazard of my life.
Thy promise was
To make me whole,
And for to be my wife.
Let me enjoy
My love, my dear,
And thou possess
Thy Trotter here.

EM.
But I meant no such matter.

TROTTER.
Yes, woos, but you did. I'll go to our Parson, Sir John, and
he shall mumble up the marriage out of hand.

EM.
But here comes one that will forbid the Banes.

[Here enters Manvile to them.]