_Enter_ YOUNG MASTER ARTHUR. Y. ART. A pretty wench, a passing pretty wench. A sweeter duck all London cannot yield; She cast a glance on me as I pass'd by, Not Helen had so ravishing an eye. Here is the pedant Sir Aminadab; I will inquire of him if he can tell By any circumstance, whose wife she is: Such fellows commonly have intercourse Without suspicion, where we are debarr'd. God save you, gentle Sir Aminadab! AMIN. _Salve tu quoque_! would you speak with me? You are, I take it, and let me not lie, For, as you know, _mentiri non est meum_, Young Master Arthur; _quid vis_--what will you? Y. ART. You are a man I much rely upon; There is a pretty wench dwells in this street That keeps no shop, nor is not public known: At the two posts, next turning of the lane, I saw her from a window looking out; O, could you tell me how to come acquainted With that sweet lass, you should command me, sir, Even to the utmost of my life and power. AMIN. _Dii boni, boni_! 'tis my love he means; But I will keep it from this gentleman, And so, I hope, make trial of my love. [_Aside_.] Y. ART. If I obtain her, thou shalt win thereby More than at this time I will promise thee. AMIN. _Quando venis aput_, I shall have two horns on my _caput_. [_Aside_.] Y. ART. What, if her husband come and find one there? AMIN. _Nuncquam time_, never fear, She is unmarried, I swear. But, if I help you to the deed, _Tu vis narrare_ how you speed. Y. ART. Tell how I speed? ay, sir, I will to you: Then presently about it. Many thanks For this great kindness, Sir Aminadab. [_Exit_. AMIN. If my _puella_ prove a drab, I'll be reveng'd on both: _ambo_ shall die; Shall die! by what? for _ego_ I Have never handled, I thank God, Other weapon than a rod; I dare not fight for all my speeches. _Sed cave_, if I take him thus, _Ego sum expers_ at untruss. [_Exit_. SCENE II. _A Room in Justice Reason's House_. _Enter_ JUSTICE REASON, OLD MASTER ARTHUR, OLD MASTER LUSAM, MISTRESS ARTHUR, YOUNG MASTER LUSAM, _and_ HUGH. O. ART. We, Master Justice Reason, come about A serious matter that concerns us near. O. LUS. Ay, marry, doth it, sir, concern us near; Would God, sir, you would take some order for it. O. ART. Why, look ye, Master Lusam, you are such another, You will be talking what concerns us near, And know not why we come to Master Justice. O. LUS. How? know not I? O. ART. No, sir, not you. O. LUS. Well, I know somewhat, though I know not that; Then on, I pray you. JUS. Forward, I pray, [and] yet the case is plain. O. ART. Why, sir, as yet you do not know the case. O. LUS. Well, he knows somewhat; forward, Master Arthur. O. ART. And, as I told you, my unruly son, Once having bid his wife home to my house, There took occasion to be much aggriev'd About some household matters of his own, And, in plain terms, they fell in controversy.