W. SMALL. Let me alone for the rest: if I gull not And go beyond my open-throated lawyer, For all his book-cases of _Tricesimo nono_ And _Quadragesima octavo_, let me, Like waiting gentlewomen, be ever bound To sit upon my heels, and pick rushes. Will you about this gear? BOUT. With my best speed. W. SMALL. Then fare you well; you'll meet me? BOUT. Without fail. [_Exeunt_ BOUTCHER _and_ PAGE.[329] W. SMALL. Adieu. Now, you pernicious cockatrice,[330] You see how I must skelder for your good: I'll bring you where you shall have means to cheat, If you have grace enough to apprehend it. FRAN. Believe me, love, howe'er some stricter wits Condemn all women which are prone to love, And think that if their favour fall on any, By consequence they must be naught with many, And hold a false position: that a woman, False to herself, can trusty be to no man-- Yet no, I say: howe'er my life hath, lost The fame which my virginity aspir'd, I will be true to thee: my deed shall move To win from all men pity, if not love. W. SMALL. Tut, I know thee a good rascal; lets in, And on with all your neat and finest rags: On with your cloak, and safeguard,[331] you arrant drab! You must cheat without all conscience, filch for thee and me. Do but thou act what I shall well contrive, We'll teach my lawyer a new way to thrive. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ MISTRESS TAFFATA _and_ ADRIANA _her maid,_ _above_. TAF. Come, lov'd Adriana, here let us sit, And mark who passes. Now, for a wager, What colour'd beard comes next by the window? ADRI. A black, madam,[332] I think. TAF. I think not so: I think a red, for that is most in fashion. Lord! how scarce is the world of proper men And gallants! sure, we never more shall see A good leg worn in a long silk stocking With a long codpiece: of all fashions, That carried it, i' faith. What's he goes by? _Enter a Citizen._ ADRI. A snivelling citizen: he is carrying ware [_Exit._ Unto some lady's chamber: but who's this? _Enter_ THOMAS SMALL-SHANKS _reading a letter_. TAF. I know him not; he looks just like a fool. ADRI. He's very brave, he may be a courtier: What's that he reads?