ILF. A rogue that hath fed upon me and the fruit of my wit, like pullen[364] from a pantler's chippings, and now I have put him into good clothes to shift two suits in a day, that could scarce shift a patched shirt once in a year, and say his prayers when he had it--hark, how he prates! WEN. Besides, Frank, since his marriage, he stalks me like a cashiered captain discontent; in, which melancholy the least drop of mirth, of which thou hast an ocean, will make him and all his ours for ever. ILF. Says mine own rogue so? Give me thy hand then; we'll do't, and there's earnest. [_Strikes him_.] 'Sfoot, you chittiface, that looks worse than a collier through a wooden window, an ape afraid of a whip, or a knave's head, shook seven years in the weather upon London Bridge[365]--do you catechise me? WEN. Nay, but valorous Frank, he that knows the secrets of all hearts knows I did it in kindness. ILF. Know your seasons: besides, I am not of that species for you to instruct. Then know your seasons. BAR. 'Sfoot, friends, friends, all friends; here comes young Scarborow. Should he know of this, all our designs were prevented. _Enter_ SCARBOROW. ILF. What! melancholy, my young master, my young married man? God give your worship joy. SCAR. Joy of what, Frank? ILF. Of thy wealth, for I hear of few that have joy of their wives. SCAR. Who weds as I have to enforced sheets, His care increaseth, but his comfort fleets. ILF. Thou having so much wit, what a devil meant'st thou to marry? SCAR. O, speak not of it, Marriage sounds in mine ear like a bell, Not rung for pleasure, but a doleful knell. ILF. A common course: those men that are married in the morning to wish themselves buried ere night. SCAR. I cannot love her. ILF. No news neither. Wives know that's a general fault amongst their husbands. SCAR. I will not lie with her. ILF. _Caeteri volunt_, she'll say still; If you will not, another will. SCAR. Why did she marry me, knowing I did not love her? ILF. As other women do, either to be maintained by you, or to make you a cuckold. Now, sir, what come you for? _Enter_ CLOWN. CLOWN. As men do in haste, to make an end of their business. ILF. What's your business? CLOWN. My business is this, sir--this, sir--and this, sir. ILF. The meaning of all this, sir? CLOWN. By this is as much as to say, sir, my master has sent unto you; by this is as much as to say, sir, my master has him humbly commended unto you; and by this is as much as to say, my master craves your answer. ILF. Give me your letter, and you shall have this, sir, this, sir, and this, sir. [_Offers to strike him_. CLOWN. No, sir. ILF. Why, sir? CLOWN. Because, as the learned have very well instructed me, _Qui supra nos, nihil ad nos_, and though many gentlemen will have to do with other men's business, yet from me know the most part of them prove knaves for their labour. WEN. You ha' the knave, i'faith, Frank.