ADR. Y'are a needy knave, and will lie: Your father has cashier'd you, nor will he trust you, Be gone, lest I do wash you hence[429]. W. SMALL. Dost hear? By this good night, my father and I are friends, Take but this chain for token, give her that, And tell her I have other things for her, Which by my father's will I am commanded To give to her own hands. ADR. Say you so? In troth, I think you'll prove an honest man, Had you once got a beard; let me see the chain. W. SMALL. Dost think I lie? By this light, Adriana, I love her with my soul; here's letters And other jewels sent her from my father. Is she a-bed? ADR. By my virginity, She is uncas'd, and ready to slip in Betwixt the sheets; but I will bear her this, And tell her what you say. [_Exit._ W. SMALL. But make some haste. Why so, 'twill take: heart! how a waiting-maid Can shake a fellow up, that is cashier'd, And has no money? Foot, should she keep the chain, And not come down, I must turn citizen, Be bankrout, and crave the king's protection. But here she comes. _Enter_ TAFFATA [_in her smock_] _and_ ADRIANA. TAF. What would you, sir, with us, That on the sudden and so late you come? W. SMALL. I have some secrets to acquaint you with; Please you to let the chamber-maid shake off, And stand as sentinel. TAF. It shall not need. I hope I have not brought her up so ill, But that she knows how to contain your secrets, As well as I her mistress: therefore on. W. SMALL. It is not fit, forsooth, that I should on, Before she leave the room. ADR. 'Tis not indeed, Therefore I'll wait in the with-drawing room, Until you call. [_Exit._ TAF. Now, sir, what's your will? W. SMALL. Dear widow, pity the state of a young, Poor, yet proper gentleman: by Venus' pap, Upon my knees I'd creep unto your lap For one small drop of favour: and though this face Is not the finest face, yet t'as been prais'd By ladies of good judgment in faces. TAF. Are these your secrets? W. SMALL. You shall have secrets More pleasing: nay hear, sweet widow; Some wantons do delight to see men creep, And on their knees to woo them. TAF. I am none of those; Stand up, I more desire a man should stand, Than cringe and creep, that means to win my love: I say, stand up, and let me go, ye had best. W. SMALL. For ever let me creep upon the ground, Unless you hear my suit.