ANTH. 'Tis well, 'tis well: but this let me request, You keep unknown, till you be laid to rest: And then a good hand speed you. WAL. Tut, ne'er fear me, We two abed shall never disagree. [_Exeunt_ ANTHONY _and_ WALGRAVE. FRIS. I have stood still all this while, and could not speak for laughing. Lord! what a dialogue hath there been between age and youth. You do good on her? even as much as my Dutchman will do on my young mistress. Master, follow my counsel, then; send for Master Heigham to help him, for I'll lay my cap to twopence that he will be asleep to-morrow at night, when he should go to bed to her. Marry, for the Italian, he is of another humour, for there will be no dealings with him till midnight; for he must slaver all the wenches in the house at parting, or he is nobody. He hath been but a little while at our house, yet in that small time he hath licked more grease from our Maudlin's lips than would have served London kitchenstuff this twelvemonth. Yet, for my money, well fare the Frenchman! O, he is a forward lad, for he'll no sooner come from the church but he'll fly to the chamber; why, he'll read his lesson so often in the daytime, that at night, like an apt scholar, he'll be ready to sell his old book to buy him a new. O, the generations of languages that our house will bring forth! why, every bed will have a proper speech to himself, and have the founder's name written upon it in fair capital letters, "Here lay," and so forth. [_Aside._ PIS. You'll be a villain still. Look, who's at door. [_Exit._ FRIS. Nay, by the mass, you are Master Porter, for I'll be hanged if you lose that office, having so pretty a morsel under your keeping. Ay, go, old huddle, for the best nose at smelling out a penfold that I know. Well, take heed, you may 'haps pick up worms so long, that at length some of them get into your nose, and never out after. But what an ass am I to think so, considering all the lodgings are taken up already, and there's not a dog-kennel empty for a strange worm to breed in. [_Aside._ SCENE III. _Enter_ ANTHONY. ANTH. The day is broke. Mathea and young Ned, By this time, are so surely link'd together, That none in London can forbid the banns. Laurentia, she is near provided for; So that if Harvey's policy but hold, Elsewhere the strangers may go seek them wives. But here they come. _Enter_ PISARO _and_ BROWN. PIS. Six o'clock, say you? Trust me, forward days. Hark you, Mouche, hie you to church, Bid Master Bewford be in readiness. Where go you? that way? ANTH. For my cloak, sir,