And whilst she is so, _Arnoldo_ will despise you.

_Hip._ Either my love or anger must be satisfied,
Or I must dye.

_Zab._ I have a way wou'd do it,
Wou'd do it yet, protect me from the Law.

_Hip._ From any thing; thou knowest what power I have,
What mony, and what friends.

_Zab._ 'Tis a devilish one:
But such must now be us'd: walk in, I'le tell you;
And if you like it, if the Devil can do any thing--

_Hip._ Devil, or what thou wilt, so I be satisfied. [_Ex._

_Enter_ Sulpitia, _and_ Jaques.

_Sulp._ This is the rarest and the lustiest fellow,
And so bestirs himself--

_Jaq._ Give him breath Mistress,
You'l melt him else.

_Sulp._ He does perform such wonders--
The women are mad on him.

_Jaq._ Give him breath I say;
The man is but a man, he must have breath.

_Sulp._ How many had he yesterday?
And they paid bravely too.

_Jaq._ About fourteen,
But still I cry give breath, spare him and have him.

_Sulp._ Five Dames to day; this was a small stage,
He may endure five more.

_Jaq._ Breath, breath I cry still;
Body o' me give breath, the man's a lost man else.
Feed him and give him breath.

_Enter_ 2 Gentlewomen.

_Sulp._ Welcome Gentlewomen,
Y'are very welcome.

_1 Gen._ We hear you have a lusty and well complexion'd fellow
That does rare tricks; my Sister and my self here,
Would trifle out an hour or two, so please you.

_Sulp._ _Jaques_, conduct 'em in.

_Both._ There's for your courtesie. [_Ex._ Jaq. _and_ Gent.

_Sulp._ Good pay still, good round pay, this happy fellow
Will set me up again; he brings in gold
Faster than I have leisure to receive it.
O that his body were not flesh and fading;
But I'le so pap him up--nothing too dear for him;
What a sweet scent he has?--Now what news _Jaques_?

_Jaq._ He cannot last, I pity the poor man,
I suffer for him; two Coaches of young City dames,
And they drive as the Devil were in the wheels,
Are ready now to enter: and behind these
An old dead-palsied Lady in a Litter,
And she makes all the haste she can: the man's lost,
You may gather up his dry bones to make Nine-pins,
But for his flesh.

_Sulp._ These are but easie labours
Yet, for I know he must have rest.

_Ja._ He must--you'll beat him off his legs else presently.

_Sul._ Go in, and bid him please himself, I am pleas'd too:
To morrow's a new day; but if he can
I would have him take pity o' the old Lady.
Alas 'tis charity.

_Jaq._ I'le tell him all this,
An