And let's all laugh and drink: would he have partners?
I do consider all your wants, and weigh 'em,
He has the Mistris, you shall have the maids,
I'le bring 'em to ye, to your arms.

_Ant._ I blush,
All over me, I blush, and sweat to hear him:
Upon my conscience, if my arms were on now
Through them I should blush too: pray ye let's be walking.

_Sce._ Yes, yes: but e're we goe, I'le leave this lesson,
And let him study it: first Rogue, then Pander,
Next Devil that will be; get thee from mens presence,
And where the name of Souldier has been heard of
Be sure thou live not: to some hungry desert
Where thou canst meet with nothing but thy conscience,
And that in all the shapes of all thy vill[anie]s
Attend thee still, where bruit Beasts will abhor thee,
And even the Sun will shame to give thee light,
Goe hide thy head: or if thou think'st it fitter
Goe hang thy self.

_Dol._ Hark to that clause.

_Sce._ And that speedily,
That nature may be eas'd of such a Monster. [_Exit._

_Sep._ Yet all this moves not me: nor reflects on me:
I keep my gold still, and my confidence,
Their want of breeding makes these fellows murmur,
Rude valors, so I let 'em pass; rude honours:
There is a wench yet, that I know, affects me
And company for a King: a young plump villain,
That when she sees this gold, she'l leap upon me.

_Enter_ Eros.

And here she comes: I am sure of her at midnight,
My pretty _Eros_ welcom.

_Eros_. I have business.

_Sep._ Above my love, thou canst not.

_Eros_. Yes indeed Sir,
Far, far above.

_Sep._ Why, why so coy? 'pray ye tell me
We are alone.

_Eros_. I am much asham'd we are so.

_Sep._ You want a new Gown now, & a handsom Petticoat,
A Skarf, and some odd toyes: I have gold here ready,
Thou shal[t] have any thing.

_Eros_. I want your absence:
Keep on your way, I care not for your company.

_Sep._ How? how? you are very short: do you know me _Eros_?
And what I have been to ye?

_Eros_. Yes I know ye:
And I hope I shall forget ye: Whilst you were honest
I lov'd ye too.

_Sep._ Honest? come prethee kiss me.

_Eros_. I kiss no knaves, no Murderers, no Beasts,
No base betrayers of those men that fed 'em,
I hate their looks; and though I may be wanton,
I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase,
Purchase so foully got; I pray ye unhand me
I had rather touch the plagu