_Lady_. O, deare boy, What haplesse fate exposd thee to the veiw Of this [sic] sad mothers sorrowes? but I charge thee, As thou respects thy duty, not to question The cause of my distemper; my iust feares Prohibits thee the knowledge of it. _Lov_. Why, Sir, she has seene the Divell. _Lady_. Ha! _Lov_. Nay, Madam, I have don; they say the Divell has no power ore a Drunkard; once more Ile run the hazard. _Y. M_. Whoe, what is he? speake, For heavens sake, speake: were he defensd with clouds Or circled with unsteadfast boggs, my rage Should cut a passage to him. _Lady_. Thou strait will grow More passionate then I: goe to your chamber, Ile but dispatch these gentlemen. [_Exit Mar_. _Enter Sir Geffery, Crackby, [Suc]ett [and Bun]ch. _Sir Gef_. O here she is.--Lady, I and my Nephew, being your good neighbors and of the worshipfull, I of the Country, he of the Cittie, have long desird a match with your daughters, but they are coy, so childish, so unmannerly; I know not how to terme them: they dispise who worship offers them, they may[110] hereafter doe worse and have worse, madam. _Crac_. My uncle tells your ladiship the truth: We are noe peasants[111] or unhonorable To be affronted with indignities. _Suc_. Here are men that has seene service. _Bunch_. At a mustring or ith Artillery[112] garden. _Lady_. 'Twas past my pleasure, good Sir _Geffery_, you have had such harch entertainement from them: henceforth Ile lay my charge upon them to be more tractable.--Mr. _Alexander_, goe call my daughters hither. _Lov_. She turnes againe.--I shall with all celerity wish them to approach. [_Exit_. _Sir Gef_. Certainly, Madam, I can see no cause Wherefore at first you might not, without putting My Knighthood to this trouble, have matched with me Your selfe; it had been somewhat fitter. _Enter Belisea and Clariana_. _Bel_. Are these fooles here? _Lady_. Minions you might have expresd more kindnes In your behaviour to these Gent[lemen] Whom my strict caire provided for your husbands. _Bel_. I hope they cannot blame us, we have usd them With that respect our modesties allowd. _Lady_. Your peevish nicenes settle your affections To a more fayre demeaner towards their worth, Or you shall seeke a Mother and a portion. _Crac_. Nay, if you take away their portions, Ile Meddle no further with them. _Lady_. You both heare My not to be revoaked intention Respect this knight and his nephew in the way Of marriage, or I shall take another order with you. [_Exit_. _Cla_. Was it you, good knight of the ill favord Countenance, Who procurd us these loving admonitions? _Sir Gef_. Nay, and you begin agen, Ile call your Ladie Mother. _Suc_. I do protest unto you, beauteous Lady, You do not cast a favorable aspect. _Bel_. I am no Plannet. _Crac_. Captaine, you doe me palpable affront: She is the election of my understanding.