fore your eyes. In few words, if you love me,
as you profess, deliver me from this bondage, take me out of Egypt,
and I'll wander with you as far as earth, and seas, and love, can
carry us.

_Lor._ I never was out at a mad frolic, though this is the maddest I
ever undertook. Have with you, lady mine; I take you at your word; and
if you are for a merry jaunt, I'll try for once who can foot it
farthest. There are hedges in summer, and barns in winter, to be
found; I with my knapsack, and you with your bottle at your back: we
will leave honour to madmen, and riches to knaves; and travel till we
come to' the ridge of the world, and then drop together into the next.

_Elv._ Give me your hand, and strike a bargain.
[_He takes her hand, and kisses it._

_Lor._ In sign and token whereof, the parties interchangeably, and so
forth.--When should I be weary of sealing upon this soft wax?

_Elv._ O heavens! I hear my husband's voice.

_Enter_ GOMEZ.

_Gom._ Where are you, gentlewoman? there's something in the wind, I'm
sure, because your woman would have run up stairs before me; but I
have secured her below, with a gag in her chaps.--Now, in the devil's
name, what makes this friar here again? I do not like these frequent
conjunctions of the flesh and spirit; they are boding.

_Elv._ Go hence, good father; my husband, you see, is in an ill
humour, and I would not have you witness of his folly.
[LORENZO _going._

_Gom._ [_Running to the door._] By your reverence's favour, hold a
little; I must examine you something better, before you go.--Heyday!
who have we here? Father Dominick is shrunk in the wetting two yards
and a half about the belly. What are become of those two timber logs,
that he used to wear for legs, that stood strutting like the two black
posts before a door? I am afraid some bad body has been setting him
over a fire in a great cauldron, and boiled him down half the
quantity, for a recipe. This is no father Dominick, no huge overgrown
abbey-lubber; this is but a diminutive sucking friar. As sure as a
gun, now, father Dominick has been spawning this young slender
anti-christ.

_Elv._ He will be found, there's no prevention. [_Aside._

_Gom._ Why does he not speak? What! is the friar possessed with a dumb
devil? if he be, I shall make bold to conjure him.

_Elv._ He is but a novice in his order, and is enjoine