_Enter_ HUSBAND, _embracing_ SUBTLE; _the_ LORD FEESIMPLE, _with young_ BOLD _like a waiting gentlewoman, and_ WELLTRIED. WELLTRIED, HUSBAND, _and_ SUBTLE, _talk with_ WIFE. FEE. One-and-thirty good morrows to the fairest, wisest, richest widow that ever conversation coped withal. WID. Threescore and two unto the wisest lord That ever was train'd in university. FEE. O courteous, bounteous widow! she has outbid me thirty-one good morrows at a clap. WELL. But, my Lord Feesimple, you forget the business imposed on you. FEE. Gentlewoman, I cry thee mercy; but 'tis a fault in all lords, not in me only: we do use to swear by our honours, and as we are noble, to despatch such a business for such a gentleman; and we are bound, even by the same honours we swear by, to forget it in a quarter of an hour, and look as if we had never seen the party when we meet next, especially if none of our gentlemen have been considered. WELL. Ay, but all yours have, for you keep none, my lord: besides, though it stands with your honour to forget men's businesses, yet it stands not with your honour if you do not do a woman's. FEE. Why then, madam, so it is that I request your ladyship to accept into your service this gentlewoman. For her truth and honesty I will be bound; I have known her too long to be deceived. This is the second time I have seen her. [_Aside._] MAID. Why, how now, my lord! a preferrer of gentlewomen to service, like an old knitting-woman? where hath she dwelt before? FEE. She dwelt with young Bold's sister, he that is my corrival in your love. She requested me to advance her to you, for you are a dubbed lady; so is not she yet. WELL. But now you talk of young Bold--when did you see him, lady? WID. Not this month, Master Welltried. I did conjure him to forbear my sight; Indeed, swore if he came, I'd be denied. But 'tis strange you should ask for him: ye two Were wont never to be asunder. WELL. Faith, madam, we never were together, but We differ'd on some argument or other; And doubting lest our discord might at length Breed to some quarrel, I forbear him too. FEE. He quarrel? Bold? hang him, if he durst have quarrelled, the world knows he's within a mile of an oak has put him to't, and soundly. I never cared for him in my life, but to see his sister: he's an ass, pox! an arrant ass; for do you think any but an arrant ass would offer to come a-wooing where a lord attempts? He quarrel!--he dares not quarrel. WELL. But he dares fight, my lord, upon my knowledge: And rail no more, my lord, behind his back, For if you do, my lord, blood must ensue. [_Draws._ FEE. O, O, my honour dies! I am dead. [_Swoons._ WELL. Ud's light, what's the matter? wring him by the nose. WID. A pair of riding spurs, now, were worth gold. MAID. Pins are as good. Prick him, prick him. FEE. O, O! WIFE. He's come again. Lift him up.