That at the sight o'th' Bond, dances and leaps,
Then is the true joy, when the mony comes.

_Lean_.

You cannot now deny me.

_Ama_. Nay, you know not,
Women have crotchets, and strange fits.

_Lean_.

You shall not.

_Ama_.

Hold ye to that and swear it confidently,
Then I shall make a scruple to deny ye:
'Pray ye let's step in, and see a friend of mine,
The weather's sharp: we'll stay but half an hour,
We may be miss'd else: a private fine house 'tis, Sir,
And we may find many good welcomes.

_Lean_.

Do Lady,
Do happy Lady.

_Ama_.

All your mind's of doing,
You must be modester.

_Lean_.

I will be any thing.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA VII.

_Enter_ Bartolus.

_Bar_.

Open the doors, and give me room to chafe in
Mine own room, and my liberty: why Maid there,
Open I say, and do not anger me,
I am subject to much fury: when, ye Dish-clout?
When do ye come? asleep ye lazie Hell-hound?
Nothing intended, but your ease, and eating?
No body here? why Wife, why Wife? why Jewel?
No tongue to answer me? pre'thee, good Pupil,
Dispense a little with thy careful study,
And step to th' door, and let me in; nor he neither?
Ha! not at's study? nor asleep? nor no body?
I'le make ye hear: the house of ignorance,
No sound inhabits here: I have a Key yet
That commands all: I fear I am Metamorphiz'd.

_Enter_ Lopez, Arsenio, Milanes, Diego.

_Lop_.

He keeps his fury still, and may do mischief.

_Mil_.

He shall be hang'd first, we'll be sticklers there, boys.

_Die_.

The hundred thousand Dreams now, that possess him
Of jealousie, and of revenge, and frailtie,
Of drawing Bills against us, and Petitions.

_Lop_.

And casting what his credit shall recover.

_Mil_.

Let him cast till his Maw come up, we care not.
You shall be still secured. [_A great noise within_.

_Die_.

We'll pay him home then;
Hark what a noise he keeps within!

_Lop_.

Certain
H'as set his Chimneys o' fire, or the Devil roars there.

_Die_.

The Codixes o'th' Law are broke loose, Gentlemen.

_Ars_.

He's fighting sure.

_Die_.
I'le