l tell ye happily,
But happily you will not be instructed.

_Am_.

Yes, and thank ye too, shall I move this man?

_Lean_.

Those are unseemly: move one can serve ye,
Can honour ye, can love ye.

_Am_.

'Pray ye tell quickly,
He will return, and then.

_Lean_.

I'le tell ye instantly,
Move me, and I will move any way to serve ye,
Move your heart this way, Lady.

_Am_.

How?

_Lean_.

'Pray ye hear me.
Behold the sport of love, when he is imperious,
Behold the slave of love.

_Am_.

Move my Queen this way?
Sure, he's some worthy man: then if he hedge me,
Or here to open him.

_Lean_.

Do but behold me,
If there be pity in you, do but view me,
But view the misery I have undertaken
For you, the povertie.

_Am_.

He will come presently.
Now play your best Sir, though I lose this Rook here,
Yet I get libertie.

_Lean_.

I'le seise your fair hand,
And warm it with a hundred, hundred kisses.
The God of love warm your desires but equal,
That shall play my game now.

_Am_.

What do you mean Sir?
Why do you stop me?

_Lean_.

That ye may intend me.
The time has blest us both: love bids us use it.
I am a Gentleman nobly descended,
Young to invite your love, rich to maintain it.
I bring a whole heart to ye, thus I give it,
And to those burning altars thus I offer,
And thus, divine lips, where perpetual Spring grows--

_Am_.

Take that, ye are too saucy.

_Lean_.

How, proud Lady?
Strike my deserts?

_Am_.

I was to blame.

_Enter_

Bartolus.

_Bar_.

What wife, there?
Heaven keep my house from thieves.

_Lean_.

I am wretched:
Opened, discovered, lost to my wishes.
I shall be whooted at.

_Bar_.

What noise was this, wife?
Why dost thou smile?

_Lean_.

This proud thing will betray me.
_Bar_. Why these lie here? what angry, dear?

_Am_.

No, Sir,
Only a chance, your pupil said he plaid well,
And so indeed he do's: he undertook for ye,
Because I would not sit so long time idle,
I made my liberty, avoided your mate,
And he again as cunningly endangered me,
Indeed he put