LAUR. Myself, forsooth, that took his shape upon me. I was that Mouche that you sent from home; And that same Mouche that deceived you, Effected to possess this gentleman; Which to attain, I thus beguil'd you all. FRIS. This is excellent; this is as fine as a fiddle! you, Master Heigham, got the wench in Mouche's apparel; now let Mouche put on her apparel, and be married to the Dutchman! How think you, is it not a good vice? MOORE. Master Pisaro, shake off melancholy: When things are helpless, patience must be used. PIS. Talk of patience? I'll not bear these wrongs? Go call down Mat and Mistress Susan Moore, 'Tis well that of all three we have one sure. MOORE. Mistress Susan Moore! who do you mean, sir? PIS. Whom should I mean, sir, but your daughter? MOORE. You're very pleasant, sir; but tell me this, When did you see her, that you speak of her? PIS. I? late yesternight, when she came here to bed. MOORE. You are deceived; my daughter lay not here, But watch'd with her sick mother all last night. PIS. I am glad you are so pleasant, Master Moore; You're loth that Susan should be held a sluggard. What, man, 'twas late before she went to bed, And therefore time enough to rise again. MOORE. Master Pisaro, do you flout your friends? I well perceive, if I had troubled you, I should have had it in my dish ere now. Susan lie here? I'm sure when I came forth, I left her fast asleep in bed at home. 'Tis more than neighbourhood to use me thus. PIS. Abed at your house? tell me I am mad. Did not I let her in a-doors myself, Spoke to her, talk'd with her, and canvass'd with her? And yet she lay not here! What say you, sirrah? ANTH. She did, she did: I brought her to her chamber. MOORE. I say he lies, that saith so, in his throat. ANTH. Mass, now I remember me, I lie indeed. PIS. O, how this frets me! Frisco, what say you? FRIS. What say I? Marry, I say, if she lay not here, there was a familiar in her likeness; for I am sure my master and she were so familiar together, that he had almost shot the gout out of his toes' ends to make the wench believe he had one trick of youth in him. Yet now I remember me, she did not lie here; and the reason is, because she doth lie here, and is now abed with Mistress Mathea: witness whereof I have set to my hand and seal, and mean presently to fetch her. [_Exit_ FRISCO. PIS. Do so, Frisco. Gentlemen and friends, Now shall you see how I am wrong'd by him. Lay she not here? I think the world's grown wise: Plain folks, as I, shall not know how to live. _Enter_ FRISCO. FRIS. She comes, she comes! a hall, a hall! _Enter_ MATHEA _and_ WALGRAVE _in woman's attire_.