er to all States, to make 'em caper?
Would he trust you? Do you deserve?

_Die_.

I find, Gentlemen,
This Cataplasm of a well cozen'd Lawyer
Laid to my stomach, lenifies my Feaver,
Methinks I could eat now, and walk a little.

_Bar_.

I am asham'd to feel how flat I am cheated,
How grossly, and maliciously made a May-game,
A damned trick; my Wife, my Wife, some Rascal:
My Credit, and my Wife, some lustful Villain,
Some Bawd, some Rogue.

_Ars_.

Some crafty Fool has found ye:
This 'tis, Sir, to teach ye to be too busie,
To covet all the gains, and all the rumours,
To have a stirring Oare in all mens actions.

_Lop_.

We did this, but to vex your fine officiousness.

_Bar_.

Good yield ye, and good thank ye: I am fooled, Gentlemen;
The Lawyer is an Ass, I do confess it,
A weak dull shallow Ass: good even to your Worships:
Vicar, remember Vicar, Rascal, remember,
Thou notable rich Rascal.

_Die_.

I do remember, Sir,
'Pray ye stay a little, I have ev'n two Legacies
To make your mouth up, Sir.

_Bar_.

Remember Varlets,
Quake and remember, Rogues;
I have brine for your Buttocks.

[_Exit_.

_Lop_.

Oh how he frets, and fumes now like a Dunghil!

_Die_.

His gall contains fine stuff now to make poysons,
Rare damned stuff.

_Ars_.

Let's after him, and still vex him,
And take my Friend off: by this time he has prosper'd,
He cannot lose this dear time: 'tis impossible.

_Mil_.

Well _Diego_, thou hast done.

_Lop_.

Hast done it daintily.

_Mil_.

And shalt be as well paid, Boy--

_Ars_.

Go, let's crucifie him.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA VI.

_Enter_ Amaranta, Leandro.

_Lean_.

I have told ye all my story, and how desperately.

_Ama_.

I do believe: let's walk on, time is pretious,
Not to be spent in words, here no more wooing,
The open Air's an enemy to Lovers,
Do as I tell ye.

_Lean_.

I'le do any thing,
I am so over-[joy'd], I'le fly to serve ye.

_Am_.

Take your joy moderately, as it is ministred,
And as the cause invites: that man's a fool