_Cou_. So, we are fast enough, and now I have thee Ile tell thee all the fault I find; thou hast A little too much witt to bee a wife; It could not be too nimble for a Mistresse.-- _Device_, there is a part still of your pennance Behind. You would pretend to be a Poet; Ile not disgrace the name to call thee one, But let me have rimes against we go to bed, Two Anagrams that weigh an ounce, with coment, And after that in verse your Affidavit That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you. _De_. Tis tyme I were at study then. _Cou_. About e'm: Your double congey and depart with silence. [_Exit Device_. Now prethe tell me who reported I Had wrong'd a Ladie? Wast not thy revenge To make me angrie? _Sis_. Twas, indeed. Now tell me: Why at the first approach seem'd you so modest? You have confidence to spare now. _Cou_. Troth I came not With any wooing purpose; only to please My Uncle, and try thy witt; and that converted me. _Enter Thomas_. _Tho_. Did you see my Master, Captaine _Underwit_? _Cou_. Yes, hee's talking with the priest and Mistris _Dorothy_. _Tho_. Her fathers footman was here; she is a knights daughter And heire, but she does not know it yet. _Sis_. I thinke so. _Cou_. Where's my Uncle. _Tho_. A mile ons way to _London_ by this tyme with Sir _Richard_. I long to see my Master. [_Exit_. _Cou_. Wee shall want companie to dance. _Enter Ladie_. _Sis_. My Sister. _Cou_. If you please, Madam, you may call me Brother: We have been at 'I _John_ take the _Elizabeth_'. A possett and foure naked thighes a bed To night will bid faire earnest for a boy, too. _Sis_. Tis even so; Madam, the preist has done it. _La_. May then all joyes attend you; if this had Been knowne, it might have staid Sir _Richard_ and Your Uncle one day more. _Enter Underwit, Dorothy, Captaine, Thomas_. _Un_. Come for another Couple. _Tho_. In hell[277]; my Master is married. _La_. My husband left some letters and a token Was sent you Mistris _Dorothy_. You did ill To obscure your selfe so much; you shall not want Hereafter all respects that may become you. _Do_. Madam, I know not what you meane. _Cap_. She wonot take it upon her yet. _Un_. Theres the sport. _Enter Device_. _De_. Oh, Madam, newes, ill newes, an accident Will blast all your mirth: Sir _Francis_-- _Cou: La_. What of him? _De_. Has brooke-- _Cou_. His neck? _De_. You guest very neere it, but his shoulder Has sav'd that joynt. A fall from's horse, they say, Hath much endanger'd him. _Cou_. My Uncle hurt! [_Exit_. _La_. He has kept his word; now if he but counterfeit handsomely. _Un_. Mounsier _Device_, I must entreat a Courtesie; you have wit, and I would have a Masque to entertaine my new father-in-law Sir _Walter Littleland_. Mistres _Dorothy_, now my wife, is his onely Daughter and heire. _Do_. Who has guld you thus? I am no knights _Daughter_; You may share your poeticall invention, sir. _De_. Give you joy, Captaine.