_Ri_. You may take Your ease a bed still, Madam. Ile not loose One morning that invites so pleasantly, To heare my Doggs, for a new Maidenhead, I. Twas for these sports and my excess of charge I left the towne: besides the Citty foggs And steame of Brick hills almost stifled me; This Aire is pure and all my owne. _Tho_. My Ladie Meanes shee would have you gett another heire, Sir, for your lands; though it be against my Master The young Captaine, yet she speakes but reason. And now I talke o'th Captaine, Sir, Would you had given him Counsell. _Ri_. To what? _Tho_. Before he tooke this huffing[248] trade upon him, To have been a man of peace, I meane a Justice. Nature has made him fit for both alike. Hee's now at charge to keepe a Captaine Schoolemaster; He might have sav'd the qua[r]teridge of his Tutor If I had been his Clarke: and then the income That broken heads bring in, and new yeares guifts From soder'd virgins and their shee provintialls Whose warren must be licenc'd from our office! _Ri_. Away you prating knave.-- [_Enter Dorothy_. What? is he readie? _Do_. Alas, hee's almost dead. _Ri_. How? dead? _Do_. He has been troubled with a fitt o'th stone, Sir, all this night. Sweet gentleman he groanes, And sweates, and cannot-- _Ri_. What? _Do_. Make urine, Sir. _Tho_. I heard my Ladie has an excellent Receit to cure the Stone; she is a peece Of a rare Surgeon. _Ri_. Well, away and get the horses readie, sirra, For I shall ride you and your witt together. _Tho_. Alas, any foole may ride me, but I would faine see any man ride Mistres _Dorothy_. _Do_. How, sirra? [_Exit Thomas_. _Ri_. I am sorry I must leave such a Companion. But more lament the cause. I wish him health; My presence cannot serve him. Morrow, wife: I cannot lose my sport. [_Exit_. _Do_. Nor shee when you are gone. My Lady does expect another hunt's up. _La_. Now I must trust thy secresie. _Do_. You shall not doubt me, Madam, and t'assure you My faith, I have a suit to your Ladiship Whose grant, were there no other bonds upon me, Would tye me everlastinglie to silence. _La_. What ist? but name, and I shall soone confirme thee. _Do_. Our Captaine o'th traind band has been offring To chaffer Maidenheads with me. I must Confesse I can affect the foole upon Good tearmes, and could devise a plott to noose My amorous woodcock, if you privatlie Assist me and dare trust me with some Jewell Of price, that is not knowne, which shalbe faithfully Restor'd Madam. _La_. I that dare trust my honour with thee sha'not Suspect thy faith in any treasure else. But prethe draw the Curtains close, while I Expect this friend: I needes must hide my blushes. Thou maist discover from the Gallory windowe When they are hors'd. I tremble to consider What I have promis'd.