_Cou_. Let me cut one legg of, to marre his running. _De_. Hold, let me speake. _Cou_. What canst thou say for thy baseness? _De_. Some men loves wit, and can without dishonour Endure a jeast. Why, do you thinke I know not You were here, and but obscur'd to see my humour. I came to waite upon you with your sword, I. _Cou_. How came you by'te? confesse before this Lady. _De_. Dost thinke her witts so limber to believe I could compell it from thee. Twas a trick, A meere conceipt of mirth; thou sha't ha mine. Dost thinke I stand upon a sword? Ile gi' thee A case of Pistolls when we come to _London_; And shoot me when I love thee not. Pox ont, Thou apprehende'st me well enough. _Cou_. But I am not Satisfied: do you affect this gentlewoman? _De_. Hum. _Cou_. You will resolve, sir? _De_. As may become a stranger; ile not loose Thy friendship for all woman kind. _Cou_. He dares not owne you. _Sis_. I easilie forgive him; I should hate My selfe, if I depended on his pitty. _Cou_. Th'art a noble wench. Shall we leave of These jigs and speake our harts in earnest? By These twin lips I love thee extreamely. _Sis_. Sweare by your owne. _Cou_. They shall bee mine. Mounsier, For your penance you shall along and witnes. _Sis_. What, I pray? _Cou_. The Priest shall tell you; come, we have both dissembled, We do love one another. _Sis_. Tis not possible. _Cou_. Unless you will denie me i'the church. I ha vou'd to lie with you to night: _Device_, Amble before and find the parson out; We will bee friends and thou shalt be her father. _De_. I must maintaine my humour or be beaten. [_Ex_. _Cou_. Come, weele have no more acquainted. _Sis_. Very pretty. --I may deceave you yet for all your confidence. _Cou_. If the skie fall weele have the larkes to supper. [_Exeunt_. [SCENE 2.] _Enter Ladie, Sir Francis, Dorothy_. _La_. It was strange neglect, sir. _Fra_. I confesse it, And not deserve to live for't; yet if you But knew my sufferings-- _La_. Let her be Judge. _Fra_. By no meanes, Madam. _La_. You may trust her knowledge. _Fra_. This is worse then a whipping now; these Ladies Have no mercy on a delinquent. I must stand toot. There is no tyrant to a chamberwoman Made judg in such a cause; Ide give a Limbe To be quit now, but, if she choose, I am A Criple for this world. _Do_. Ist possible a man and such a beast? _Fra_. So, I must to the shameles. _La_. What punishment can be equall to the offence? _Do_. He lookes with some compunction for his fault. Troth, Madam, choose an other night and trye Whether he will sleepe agen. _Fra_. Mercifull wench! If we peece agen it shall be a good turne in thy way. _La_. My husband is this day resolv'd for _London_; It is his humour, or els, worse, suspition. Ther's no pretence for him to stay behind.