_Un_. Will you have her? she will doe you service, Captaine, in a _Low Country_[279] Leaguer. Or thou, _Thomas_? ile give thee a Coppiehold. _Tho_. You have one life to come in that lease, yet I thank you: I am free, and that's inheritance; for ought I know she may serve us both. _La_. Come you may perswade her to looke high and take it upon her for your credit. The gullery is yet within these walles; let your shame goe no farther. The wench may prove right, she may. _Enter Sir Richard_. _La_. What news from Sir _Francis_? _Ri_. Wife, I hardly aske thee forgivenes; I had jealous thoughts, but all's right agen. _La_. I will deserve your confidence. _Ri_. No great danger, his blade bone dislocated; the man has put everything in his right place. _Un_. Dee heare, Sir _Richard_? wee are married. _Ri_. Tis well done, send you joy; tis to my mind. _Un_. Come hither, _Dorothy_. _Cap_. But where's Mr. _Engine_? _Ri_. He rid before. _Cap_. If the rascall have any wit left he will ride quite away with himselfe; tis his best course to fly oversea. _Tho_. If he were sure to flie, he were sure to escape. _Cap_. At the worst, drowning is a most [sic] honourable death then hanging. _Do_. My mother died, I have it by tradition, As soone as I was borne; my father (but No knight) is now i'th _Indies_, a poore Merchant, That broke for 20,000 pounds. _Ri_. The shipps may come home. Hee! _Do_. You were best use me well, now we are married. I will be sworne you forc'd me to the Church And thrice compeld me there to say _I Dorothy_. The Parsons oath and mine, for ought I know, May make it halfe a rape. _Ri_. There is no remedy; We can prove no conspiracie. And, because I have been gulld my selfe, gett her with child, --My Doe is barren,--at birth of her first baby Ile give her a hundred peeces. _Un_. That's somewhat yet, when charge comes on. Thy hand! a wife can be but a wife: it shall cost me 500 pounds but ile make thee a Ladie in earnest. _Enter Sir Francis and Surgeon_. _Ri_. How ist, Sir _Francis_? _Fra_. My Surgeon sayes no danger; when you please, I may venture, Sir, to _London_. _Ri_. No hast now. _Cou_. Not to-night, Sir; wee must have revells and you salute my Bride. _Un_. And mine. _Tho_. A knights Daughter and heire. _Fra_. May all joy thrive upon your Loves. --Then you are cosend of your Mistres, Mounseir? _Do_. But your nephew knowes I have met with my match. Some bodie has been put to the sword. _Ri_. Come, we loose tyme. _Fra_. Preserve your marriage faith: a full increase Of what you wish confirme your happinesse. [_Exeunt_. FINIS. APPENDIX I.