AMIN. Then my spirit becomes stronger, And I will live and stretch longer; For Ovid said, and did not lie, That poison'd men do often die: But poison henceforth I'll not eat, Whilst I can other victuals get. To-morrow, if you make a feast, Be sure, sir, I will be your guest. But keep my counsel, _vale tu_! And, till to-morrow, sir, adieu! At your table I will prove, If I can eat away my love. [_Exit_. Y. ART. O, I am glad I have thee; now devise A way how to bestow it cunningly; It shall be thus: to-morrow I'll pretend A reconcilement 'twixt my wife and me, And to that end I will invite thus many-- First Justice Reason, as the chief man there; My father Arthur, old Lusam, young Lusam. Master Fuller and Master Anselm I have bid already; Then will I have my lovely Mary too, Be it but to spite my wife, before she die; For die she shall before to-morrow night. The operation of this poison is Not suddenly to kill; they that take it Fall in a sleep, and then 'tis past recure, And this will I put in her cup to-morrow. _Enter_ PIPKIN, _running_. PIP. This 'tis to have such a master! I have sought him at the 'Change, at the school, at every place, but I cannot find him nowhere. [_Sees_ M. ART.] O, cry mercy! my mistress would entreat you to come home. Y. ART. I cannot come to-night; some urgent business Will all this night employ me otherwise. PIP. I believe my mistress would con you as much thank to do that business at home as abroad. Y. ART. Here, take my purse, and bid my wife provide Good cheer against to-morrow; there will be Two or three strangers of my late acquaintance. Sirrah, go you to Justice Reason's house; Invite him first with all solemnity; Go to my father's and my father-in-law's; Here, take this note-- The rest that come I will invite myself: About it with what quick despatch thou can'st. PIP. I warrant you, master, I'll despatch this business with more honesty than you'll despatch yours. But, master, will the gentlewoman be there? Y. ART. What gentlewoman? PIP. The gentlewoman of the old house, that is as well known by the colour she lays on her cheeks, as an alehouse by the painting is laid on his lattice; she that is, like _homo_, common to all men; she that is beholden to no trade, but lives of herself. Y. ART. Sirrah, begone, or I will send you hence. PIP. I'll go [_aside_]; but, by this hand, I'll tell my mistress as soon as I come home that mistress light-heels comes to dinner to-morrow. [_Exit_.