_Mag_. An hower since, beleeve it. _Crac_. Is my Mistress stirring? _Mag_. In truth, I know not. _Sir Geff_. Nephew, demeane your selfe with[64] all respect Toward the gentlewoman you affect. You must learne with here since the citty Could spare you none.--Ile to the lady. [_Exeunt Bunch, Sir Geff. and Mag_. _Crac_. Captaine, shalls into th'Celler, Captaine? _Suc_. I like the Motion. _Crac_. Come away, then: there is indifferent liquor in this house, but that ith towne is most abominable. Weele drinke our owne healths, Captaine. _Suc_. Well considered; 'tis for our reputation. [_Exeunt omnes_. (SCENE 3.) _Enter Bonvill, Clarinna, Belizea and Grimes_. _Bon_. Come, you are wantons both: If I were absent, You would with as much willingness traduce My manners to them. What Idiots are wee men To tender our services to women Who deride us for our paines! _Cla_. Why can you great wise men who esteeme us women But equall with our parrets or at best But a degree above them, prating creatures Devoid of reason, thinke that when we see A man whose teeth will scarce permitt his tongue To say,--(he is soe like December come A woing to the Spring, with all the ensignes Of youth and bravery as if he meant To dare his land-lord Death to single rapier)-- We have not so much spleene as will engender A modest laughter at him? _Bel_. Nay, theres his Nephew, _Crackby_, your sweet servant. _Clar_. My Servant! I do admire that man's impudence, How he dare speake to any woman. _Bon_. Why, is he not flesh and blood? _Clar_. Yes, but I question whether it be mans or no. They talk of changlings: if there be such things I doubt not but hees one of them. _Bel_. Fie,[65] Sister; 'tis a prettye gent, I know you love him. _Clar_. You hitt it there, I faith,[66]--You know the man? _Bon_. Yes, very well. _Clar_. Have you then ever seene such another monster? He was begott surely in the wane of the moone, When Natures tooles were at laime Vulcans forge A sharpning, that she was forced to shake this lumpe together. _Bon_. What man for heavens sake could your nicenes fancy? _Clar_. Not you of all that ever I beheld. _Bel_. And why, good wisdome? _Clar_. Nay, do not scratch me because he is your choyse, forsooth. _Bel_. Well, we shall see the goodly youth your curiositie has elected, when my brother returnes, I hope. _Clar_. I hope soe, too; I marvill where this Cub is, He is not roaring here yet. _Enter Thorogood_. _Bon_. Frend, thou hast lost The absolu[t]st characters deliverd by this lady: Would thou hadst come a little sooner. _Tho_. Ladies, I must desire your pardon for my friend: I have some busines will a while deprive him Your sweet companies. _Clar_. Take him away; we are weary of him. _Bel_. Sister, lets leave the gentlemen alone, And to our chambers. [_Exeunt Bel. and Clar.