u see this wonder?

_Mil_.

Yes, yes.

_Jam_.

And you _Arsenio_?

_Ars_.

Yes he's gone, Sir,
Strangely disguis'd, he's set upon his voyage.
Love guide his thoughts: he's a brave honest fellow.
Sit close Don Lawyer, O that arrant knave now,
How he will stink, will smoak again, will burst!
He's the most arrant Beast.

_Mil_.

He may be more beast.

_Jam_.

Let him bear six, and six, that all may blaze him,
The villany he has sowed into my Brother,
And from his State, the Revenue he has reach'd at:
Pay him, my good _Leandro_, take my prayers.

_Ars_.

And all our wishes plough with his fine white heifer.

_Jam_.

Mark him (my dear friend) for a famous Cuckold,
Let it out-live his Books, his pains, and hear me,
The more he seeks to smother it with Justice,

_Enter a_ Servant.

Let it blaze out the more: what news _Andrea_?

_Andr_.

News I am loth to tell ye: but I am charg'd, sir,
Your Brother layes a strict command upon ye,
No more to know his house, upon your danger,
I am sorry, Sir.

_Jam_.

Faith never be: I am glad on't,
He keeps the house of pride, and foolery:
I mean to shun it: so return my Answer,
'Twill shortly spew him out; Come, let's be merry,
And lay our heads together, carefully
How we may help our friend; and let's lodge near him,
Be still at hand: I would not for my patrimony,
But he should crown his Lawyer, a learned Monster;
Come, let's away, I am stark mad till I see him.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA IV.

_Enter_ Bartolus, _and_ Amaranta.

_Amar_.

Why will ye bring men in, and yet be jealous?
Why will ye lodge a young man, a man able,
And yet repine?

_Bar_.

He shall not trouble thee, sweet,
A modest poor slight thing, did I not tell thee
He was only given to the Book, and for that
How Royally he paies? finds his own meat too.

_Amar_.

I will not have him here: I know your courses,
And what fits you will fall into of madness.

_Bar_.

'Faith, I will not, Wife.

_Amar_.

I will not try ye.

_Bar_.

He comes not near thee: shall not dare to tread
Within thy Lodgings: in an old out-Room