SCENE III.

Clora. She loves him too much, that's the plain truth Frederick, For which if I might be believ'd, I think her A strange forgetter of her self; there's Julio, Or twenty more—— Fred. In your eye I believe you, But credit me the Captain is a man, Lay but his rough affections by, as worthy. Clara. So is a resty Jade a horse of service, If he would leave his nature; give me one By your leave Sir to make a husband of Not to be wean'd, when I should marry him; Me thinks a man is misery enough. Fred. You are too bitter, I would not have him worse. Yet I shall see you hamper'd one day Lady, I do not doubt it, for this heresie. Clo. I'le burn before; come pre'thee leave this sadness; This walking by thy self to see the Devil, This mumps, this Lachrymæ, this love in sippets; It fits thee like a French-hood. Fra. Does it so? I am sure it fits thee to be ever talking, And nothing to the purpose, take up quickly; Thy wit will founder of all four else wench, If thou hold'st this pace; take up when I bid thee. Clora. Before your Brother, fy? Fred. I can endure it.

Clo. Here's Raw-head come again; Lord how he looks! Pray we 'scape with broken pates. Fra. Were I he, Thou should'st not want thy wish, he has been drinking, Has he not Frederick? Fred. Yes, but do not find it. Clor. Peace and let's hear his wisdom. Fred. You will mad him. Jac. I am somewhat bold, but that's all one. Clor. A short and pithy saying of a Souldier. Fra. A[s] I live Thou art a strange mad wench. Clor. To make a Parson. Jac. Ladyes I mean to kiss ye. Clora. How he wipes his mouth like a young Preacher; We shall have it. Jac. In order as you lye before me; first I'le begin with you. Fra. With me Sir? Jac. Yes. Fra. If you will promise me to kiss in ease, I care not if I venture. Jac. I will kiss according to mine own inventions As I shall see cause; sweetly I would wish you, I love ye. Fra. Do you Sir? Jac. Yes indeed do I, Would I could tell you how. Fra. I would you would Sir. Jac. I would to Heaven I could, but 'tis sufficient, I love you with my heart. Fra. Alas poor heart. Jac. And I am sorry; but we'l talk of that Hereafter, if it please Heaven. Fra. Ev'n when you will Sir. Clor. He's dismal drunk, would he were muzled. Jac. You I take it are the next. Fra. Go to him fool. Clor. Not I, he will bite me. Jac. When wit? when? Clor. Good Captain. Jac. Nay, and you play bo-peep; I'le ha' no mercy But catch as catch may. Fred. Nay, I'le not defend ye. Clor. Good Captain do not hurt me, I am sorry That e're I anger'd ye. Jac. I'le tew you for't By this hand wit, unless you kiss discreetly. Clor. No more Sir. Jac. Yes a little more sweet wit, One tast more o' your office: go thy wayes With thy small kettle Drums; upon my conscience Thou art the best, that e're man laid his leg o'er. Clor. He smells just like a Cellar, Fye upon him. Jac. Sweet Lady now to you. Clor. For loves sake kiss him. Fred. I shall not keep my countenance. Fra. Trye pre'thee. Jac. Pray be not coy sweet woman, for I'le kiss ye, I am blunt But you must pardon me. Clor. O God, my sides. All. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Jac. Why ha, ha, ha? why laugh? Why all this noise sweet Ladyes? Clor. Lusty Laurence, See what a Gentlewoman you have saluted; Pray God she prove not quick. Fred. Where were thine eyes To take me for a woman? ha, ha, ha. Jac. Who art 'a, art 'a mortal? Fred. I am Frederick. Jac. Then Frederick is an Asse, A scurvy Frederick to laugh at me. Fra. Sweet Captain. Jac. Away woman; Go stitch and serve, [God,] I despise thee woman, And Frederick shall be beaten; 'Sfut ye Rogue Have you none else to make your puppies of, but me? Fred. I pre'thee be more patient There's no hurt done. Jac. 'Sfut but there shall be, Scab. Clor. Help, help for loves sake. Fra. Who's within there? Fred. So now you have made a fair hand. Jac. Why? Fred. You have kill'd me— [Fall as kill'd. Clor. Call in some Officers, and stay the Captain. Jac. You shall not need. Clor. This is your drunkenness. Fra. O me, unhappy Brother, Frederick, Look but upon me, do not part so from me, Set him a little higher, he is dead. Clora. O villain, villain.

Fab. How now what's the matter? Fra. O Sir my Brother! O my dearest Brother! Clor. This drunken trowgh has kill'd him. Fab. Kill'd him? Clor. Yes. For Heavens sake hang him quickly, he will do Ev'ry day such a murder else, there is nothing But a strong Gallows that can make him quiet, I finde it in his nature too late. Fab. Pray be quiet, Let me come to him. Clor. Some go for a Surgeon. Fra. O what a wretched woman has he made me! Let me alone good Sir. Fab. To what a fortune, Hast thou reserv'd thy life! Ja. Fabritio. Fab. Never entreat me, for I will not know thee, Nor utter one word for thee, unless it be To have thee hang'd; for Heaven sake be more temperate. Jac. I have a sword still, and I am a villain. Clor. &c. Hold, hold, hold. Jac. Ha? Clor. Away with him for Heavens sake He's too desperate for our enduring. Fab. Come, you shall sleep, come strive not I'le have it so, here take him to his lodging, and See him laid before you part. [Exeunt Jac. with Ser. Serv. We will Sir. Fred. Ne're wonder, I am living yet, and well, I thank you Sister for your grief, pray keep it Till I am fitter for it. Fab. Do you live Sir? Fred. Yes, but 'twas time to counterfeit, he was grown To such a madness in his wine. Fab. 'Twas well Sir, You had that good respect unto his temper, That no worse follow'd. Fred. If I had stood him, certain one of us must have perish'd. How now Frank? Fra. Beshrew my heart I tremble like an aspin. Clor. Let him come here no more for Heavens sake Unless he be in chains. Fra. I would fain see him After he has slept, Fabritio, but to try How he will be; chide him, and bring him back. Clor. You'l never leave till you be worried with him. Fra. Come Brother, we'l walk in, and laugh a little To get this Fever off me. Clor. Hang him squib, Now could I grind him into priming powder. Fra. Pray will you leave your fooling? Fab. Come, all friends. Fra. Thou art enough to make an age of men so, Thou art so cross and peevish. Fab. I will chide him, And if he be not graceless, make him cry for't. Clor. I would go a mile (to see him cry) in slippers He would look so like a whey cheese. Fra. Would we might see him once more. Fab. If you dare Venture a second tryal of his temper I make no doubt to bring him. Clor. No, good Frank, Let him alone, I see his vein lyes only For falling out at Wakes and Bear-baitings, That may express him sturdy. Fab. Now indeed You are too sharp sweet Sister, for unless It be this sin, which is enough to drown him, I mean this sowrness, he's as brave a fellow, As forward, and as understanding else As any he that lives. Fra. I do believe you, And good Sir when you see him, if we have Distasted his opinion any way, Make peace again. Fab. I will: I'le leave ye Ladies. Clor. Take heed you had best, h'as sworn to pay you else. Fab. I warrant you, I have been often threatned. Clor. When he comes next, I'le have the cough or tooth-ach, Or something that shall make me keep my chamber, I love him so well. Fra. Would you would keep your tongue. [Exeunt.