SCENE V.

Ang. God give you joy, and make you live together A happy pair. Piso. I do not doubt we shall. There was never poor gentleman had such a sudden fortune, I could thrust my head betwixt two pales, and strip me out of My old skin like a Snake: will the guests come thou saidst Thou sentest for to solemnize the Nuptials? Fath. They will, I lookt for 'em e're this.

Jul. By your leave all. Fath. They're here Sir. Jul. Especially fair Lady I ask your pardon, to whose marriage-bed I wish all good success, I have here brought you Such guests as can discern your happiness, And best do know how to rejoyce at it; For such a fortune they themselves have run, The worthy Jacomo, and his fair Bride, Noble Fabritio, whom this age of peace Has not yet taught to love ought but the warrs, And his true friends, this Lady who is but A piece of me. [Exit Father. Leli. Sir, you are welcom all, Are they not Sir? Piso. Bring in some wine, some of the wine Lodowick the fool Sent hither: who ever thou bid'st welcom shall find it. Leli. An une[x]pected honour you have done To our too hasty wedding. Jac. Faith Madam, our weddings were as hasty as yours, We are glad to run up and down any whither, to see where We can get meat to our wedding. Piso. That Lodowick hath provided too, good Asse. Ang. I thought you Julio would not thus have stollen a marriage Without acquainting your friends. Jul. Why I did give thee inklings. Ang. If a marriage should be thus stubber'd up in a play, e're almost Any body had taken notice you were in love, the Spectators Would take it to be but ridiculous. Jul. This was the first, and I will never hide Another secret from you.

Fath. Sir, yonder's your friend Lodowick, hide your self And 'twill be the best sport— Piso. Gentlemen, I pray you take no notice, I'm here. The coxcomb Lodowick is coming in.

Lod. Is that the Lady? Fath. That is my Lady. Lod. As I live she's a fair one; what make all these here? Fath. O Lord Sir she is so pester'd— Fab. Now will the sport be, it runs right as Julio told us. Lod. Fair Lady health to you; some words I have, that Require an utterance more private, Than this place can afford. Lel. I'le call my husband, All business I hear with his ears now. Lod. Good Madam no, but I perceive your jest, You have no husband, I am the very man That walk'd the streets so comely. Lel. Are you so? Lod. Yes faith, when Cupid first did prick your heart. I am not cruel, but the love begun I'th' street I'le satisfie i'th' chamber fully. Lel. To ask a Madman whether he be mad Were but an idle question, if you be, I do not speak to you, but if you be not Walk in the streets again, and there perhaps I may dote on you, here I not endure you. Lod. Good Madam stay, do not you know this Ring? Lel. Yes it was mine, I sent it by my Man, To change and so he did, it has a blemish, And this he brought me for it; did you change it? Are you a Goldsmith? Lod. Sure the world is mad, Sirrah, did you not bring me this ring from your Lady? Fath. Yes surely Sir, did I, but your worship must ev'n bear with me; For there was a mistaking in it, and so, as I was Saying to your worship, my Lady is now married. Lod. Married? to whom? Fa. To your worships friend Piso. Lod. S'death to Piso? Piso within. Ha, ha, ha. Ang. Yes Sir I can assure you she's married to him, I saw't With these gray eyes. Lod. Why what a Rogue art thou then! thou hast made Me send in provision too. Fa. O a Gentleman should not have such foul words in's mouth. But your Worships provision could not have come in at a fitter time; Will it please you to tast any of your own wine? It may be the Vintner has cozen'd you. Lod. Pox I am mad. Ang. You have always plots Sir, and see how they fall out. Jac. You had a plot upon me, how do you like this? Lod. I do not speak to you. Fab. Because you dare not. Lod. But I will have one of that old Rogues teeth set in this Ring. Fat. Do'st not thou know that I can beat thee? Dost thou know it now? (discovers himself.) Lod. He beat me once indeed. Fat. And if you have forgot it, I can call a witness, Come forth Piso—remember you it? Piso. Faith I do call to minde such a matter. Fat. And if I cannot still do't, you are young And will assist your Father in law. Piso. My Father in law? Ang. Your Father in law, as sure as this is widow Leila. Piso. How widow Lelia? Fat. I' faith 'tis she, Son. Lod. Ha, ha, ha, let my provision go, I am glad I Have mist the woman. Piso. Have you put a whore upon me? Lel. By heaven you do me wrong, I have a heart As pure as any womans, and I mean To keep it so for ever. Fa. There is no starting now, Son, if you offer't I can compel you, her estate is great, But all made o're to me, before this match, Yet if you use her kindly, as I swear I think she will deserve, you shall enjoy it During your life, all save some slender piece I will reserve for my own maintenance, And if God bless you with a child by her, It shall have all. Piso. So I may have the means, I do not much care what the woman is: Come my sweet heart, as long as I shall find Thy kisses sweet, and thy means plentifull, Let people talk their tongues out. Lel. They may talk Of what is past, but all that is to come Shall be without occasions. Jul. Shall we not make Piso, and Lodowick friends? Jac. Hang 'em they dare not be Enemies, or if they be, The danger is not great, welcom Frederick.

Fred. First joy unto you all; and next I think We shall have wars. Jac. Give me some wine, I'le drink to that. Fab. I'le pledge. Fran. But I shall lose you then. Jac. Not a whit wench; I'le teach thee presently to be a Souldier. Fred. Fabritio's command, and yours are both restor'd. Jac. Bring me four glasses then. Fab. Where are they? Ang. You shall not drink 'em here, 'tis supper time, And from my house no creature here shall stir These three dayes, mirth shall flow as well as wine. Fa. Content, within I'le tell you more at large How much I am bound to all, but most to you, Whose undeserved liberality Must not escape thus unrequited. Jac. 'Tis happiness to me, I did so well: Of every noble action, the intent Is to give worth reward, vice, punishment. [Exeunt Om.

To please you with this Play, we fear will be (So does the Author too) a mystery Somewhat above our Art; For all mens eyes, Ears, faiths, and judgements, are not of one size. For to say truth, and not to flatter ye, This is nor Comedy, nor Tragedy, Nor History, nor any thing that may (Yet in a week) be made a perfect Play: Yet those that love to laugh, and those that think Twelve pence goes farther this way than in drink, Or Damsels, if they mark the matter through, May stumble on a foolish toy, or two Will make 'em shew their teeth: pray, for my sake (That likely am your first man) do not take A distaste before you feel it: for ye may When this is hist to ashes, have a Play. And here, to out-hiss this; be patient then, (My honour done) y'are welcom Gentlemen.

If you mislike (as you shall ever be Your own free Judges) this Play utterly, For your own Nobleness yet do not hiss, But as you go by, say it was amiss; And we will mend: Chide us, but let it be Never in cold blood: O' my honesty (If I have any) this I'le say for all, Our meaning was to please you still, and shall.