JUS. TUT. You say very right, Sir Oliver, very right; I have't in my noddle, i' faith. That's all the fault Old justices have; when they are at feasts, They will bib[396] hard; they will be fine sunburnt, Sufficient fox'd or columber'd, now and then. Now could I sit in my chair at home, and nod A drunkard to the stocks by virtue of The last statute rarely[397]. TAF. Sir, you are merry. JUS. TUT. I am indeed. TAF. Your supper, sir, was light; But I hope you think you're welcome. JUS. TUT. I do. A light supper; quoth you? pray God it be, Pray God I carry it cleanly, I am sure it lies As heavy in my belly as molt lead; Yet I'll go see my sister Sommerfield. OLIVER. So late, good Justice? JUS. TUT. Aye, even so late. Night is the mother of wit, as you may see By poets or rather constables In their examinations at midnight. We'll lie together without marrying, Save the curate's fees[398] and the parish a labour; 'Tis a thriving course. OLIVER. That may not be, For excommunications then will flee. JUS. TUT. That's true, they fly indeed like wild geese In flocks, one in the breech of another; But the best is, a small matter stays them. And so farewell. OLIVER. Farewell, good Justice Tutchin. [_Exit_ JUSTICE TUTCHIN. Alas, good gentleman, his brains are crazed, But let that pass. Speak, widow, is't a match? Shall we clap it up? ADRI. Nay, if't come to clapping, Good night, i' faith. Mistress, look before you, There's nothing more dangerous to maid or widow Than sudden clappings-up; nothing hath spoiled So many proper ladies as clappings-up. Your shittle-cock, striding from tables to ground, Only to try the strength of the back: Your riding a hunting--ay, though they fall With their heels upward, and lay as if They were taking the height of some high star With a cross-staff; no, nor your jumblings In horselitters, coaches or carouches[399], Have spoiled so many women as clappings-up. OLIVER. Why, then, we'll chop it up. TAF. That's not allowed, Unless you were son to a Welsh curate. But faith, sir knight, I have a kind of itching To be a lady; that, I can tell you, wooes, And can persuade with better rhetoric Than oaths, wit, wealth, valour, lands, or person: I have some debts at Court, and, marrying you, I hope the courtiers will not stick to pay me. OLIVER. Never fear thy payment. This I will say For courtiers, they'll be sure to pay each other, Howe'er they deal with citizens. TAF. Then here's my hand; I am your wife, condition we be joined Before to-morrow's sun.