LADY F. Why, good Sir Richard, let me speak with you. Alas, will you undo me? will you shame me? Is this your promise? came I here for this? To be a laughing-stock unto your lady? ROB. How now, Sir Richard, what's the matter there? FAU. I'll talk with you anon; come hither, woman. Did'st [thou] not tell my wife what match we made? LADY F. I tell your wife? think ye I am such a beast? Now God forgive ye; I am quite undone. FAU. Peace, duck; peace, duck; I warrant all is well. [_Aside_. Rob. What's the matter? I pray ye, Sir Richard, tell me! FAU. Marry, Moll, thus--about some twelve month since, Your brother Gloster, that mad prodigal, Caus'd me to pass my word unto her husband For some two thousand pounds, or more perchance-- No matter what it is, you shall not know, Nay, ye shall never ask to know. ROB. And what of this? FAU. Many, the man's decayed, And I believe a little thing would please her; A very little thing, a thing of nothing. Go in, good Moll, and leave us two alone, I'll deal with ye as simply as I can. LADY F. Fox, look about ye, ye are caught, i'faith. ROB. Deal with her simply! O, O, what kind of dealing? Can ye not deal with her, and I be by? FAU. Marry a God, what, are ye jealous? Ye teach me what to do? in, get you in. O, I have heard Prince Richard was your guest, How dwelt you then? In, get you in, I say. Must I take care about your brother's debts, And you stand crossing me? In, or I'll send you in. [_Exit_ ROBIN. Ha, sirrah; you'll be master, you'll wear the yellow,[524] You'll be an over-seer? marry, shall ye! LADY F. Ye are too curst (methinks, sir) to your lady. FAU. Ah, wench, content thee, I must bear her hard, Else she'll be prying[525] into my dalliance. I am an old man, sweet girl; I must be merry: All steel, all spright: keep in health by change; Men may be wanton, women must not range. LADY F. You have given good counsel, sir; I'll repent me. Here is your ring; I'll only love my husband. FAU. I mean not so, I think to-day thou told'st me Thy husband was an unthrift and a bankrupt. And he be so, tut, thou hast favour store; Let the knave beg, beauty cannot be poor. LADY F. Indeed my husband is a bankrupt-- Of faith, of love, of shame, of chastity, Dotes upon other women more than me. FAU. Ha! do he so? then give him tit for tat, Have one so young and fair, and loves another? He's worthy to be cuckolded, by the mass! What is he, old or young? LADY F. About your age. FAU. An old knave, And cannot be content with such a peat! Come to my closet, girl, make much of me; We'll appoint a meeting-place some twice a week, And I'll maintain thee like a lady, ha! LADY F. O, but you will forget me presently, When you look well upon your lady's beauty. FAU. Who? upon her? why, she is a very dowdy, A dishclout, a foul gipsy unto thee. Come to my closet, lass, there take thy earnest Of love, of pleasure, and good maintenance. LADY F. I am very fearful.