ANS. Sir, I desire your more familiar love: Would I could bid myself unto your house, For I have wish'd for your acquaintance long. Y. ART. Sweet Master Anselm, I desire yours too; Will you come dine with me at home to-morrow? You shall be welcome, I assure you, sir. ANS. I fear, sir, I shall prove too bold a guest. Y. ART. You shall be welcome, if you bring your friend. FUL. O Lord, sir, we shall be too troublesome. Y. ART. Nay, now I will enforce a promise from you: Shall I expect you? FUL. Yes, with all my heart. ANS. A thousand thanks. Yonder's the schoolmaster. So, till to-morrow, twenty times farewell. Y. ART. I double all your farewells twenty-fold. ANS. O, this acquaintance was well scrap'd of me; By this my love to-morrow I shall see. [_Exeunt_ ANSELM _and_ FULLER. _Enter_ AMINADAB. AMIN. This poison shall by force expel _Amorem_, love, _infernum_, hell. _Per hoc venenum, ego_, I For my sweet lovely lass will die. Y. ART. What do I hear of poison; which sweet means Must make me a brave frolic widower? It seems the doting fool, being forlorn, Hath got some compound mixture in despair, To end his desperate fortunes and his life; I'll get it from him, and with this make way To my wife's night and to my love's fair day. AMIN. _In nomine domini_, friends, farewell! I know death comes, here's such a smell! _Pater et mater_, father and mother, _Frater et soror_, sister and brother, And my sweet Mary, not these drugs Do send me to the infernal bugs, But thy unkindness; so, adieu! Hob-goblins, now I come to you. Y. ART. Hold, man, I say! what will the madman do? [_Takes away the supposed poison_. Ay, have I got thee? thou shalt go with me. [_Aside_. No more of that; fie, Sir Minadab! Destroy yourself! If I but hear hereafter You practise such revenge upon yourself, All your friends shall know that for a wench-- A paltry wench--you would have kill'd yourself. AMIN. _O tace, quaeso_; do not name This frantic deed of mine for shame. My sweet _magister_, not a word; I'll neither drown me in a ford, Nor give my neck such a scope, T'embrace it with a hempen rope; I'll die no way, till nature will me, And death come with his dart, and kill me, If what is pass'd you will conceal, And nothing to the world reveal; Nay, as Quintillian said of yore, I'll strive to kill myself no more. Y. ART. On that condition I'll conceal this deed: To-morrow, pray, come and dine with me; For I have many strangers; 'mongst the rest, Some are desirous of your company. You will not fail me? AMIN. No, in sooth; I'll try the sharpness of my tooth; Instead of poison, I will eat Rabbits, capons, and such meat; And so, as Pythagoras says, With wholesome fare prolong my days. But, sir, will Mistress Mall be there? Y. ART. She shall, she shall; man, never fear.