ye shall think fit, I will not hinder ye,
My eyes are open now, and I see my errour,
My shame, as great as that, but I must hide it.
The whole conveyance now I smell, but _Basta_,
Another time must serve: you see us friends, now
Heartily friends, and no more chiding, Gentlemen,
I have been too foolish, I confess, no more words,
No more, sweet Wife.

_Ama_.

You know my easie nature.

_Bar_.

Go get ye in: you see she has been angry:
Forbear her sight a while and time will pacify;
And learn to be more bold.

_Lean_.

I would I could,
I will do all I am able.

[_Exit_.

_Bar_.

Do _Leandro_,
We will not part, but friends of all hands.

_Lop_.

Well said,
Now ye are reasonable, we can look on ye.

_Bar_.

Ye have jerkt me: but for all that I forgive ye,
Forgive ye heartily, and do invite ye
To morrow to a Breakfast, I make but seldom,
But now we will be merry.

_Ars_.

Now ye are friendly,
Your doggedness and niggardize flung from ye.
And now we will come to ye.

_Bar_.

Give me your hands, all;
You shall be welcome heartily.

_Lop_.

We will be,
For we'll eat hard.

_Bar_.

The harder, the more welcome,
And till the morning farewell; I have business.

[_Exit_.

_Mil_.

Farewel good bountiful _Bartolus_, 'tis a brave wench,
A suddain witty thief, and worth all service:
Go we'll all go, and crucifie the Lawyer.

_Die_.

I'le clap four tire of teeth into my mouth more
But I will grind his substance.

_Ars_.

Well _Leandro_,
Thou hast had a strange Voyage, but I hope
Thou rid'st now in safe harbour.

_Mil_.

Let's go drink, Friends,
And laugh aloud at all our merry may-games.

_Lop_.

A match, a match, 'twill whet our stomachs better.

[_Exeunt_.

_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Violante _and_ Servant.

_Ser_.

Madam, he's come. [_Chair and stools out_.

_Viol_.

'Tis well, how did he look,
When he knew from whom you were sent? was he not startled?
Or confident? or fearful?

_Ser_.