SIR T. Send for my daughter hither; we'll know all. What are you, sir? CHRIS. A workman in the clergy. CON. Yes, this is one I took at the window singing, With these three other vagrant fellows here. CHRIS. I was in body there, but not in mind, So that my sin is but inchoately perfect; And I, though in a fault, did not offend; And that for three reasons. First, I did yield Only a kind of unwilling consent. Secondly, I was drawn, as 'twere, by their Impulsive gentleness (mark, sir, I'm strong). Thirdly, I deem'd it not a woman's shambles. Fourthly and lastly, that I sung was only An holy wish. Once more, beloved-- SIR T. Peace! Y' have said enough already. How came you To sing beneath the window? RIME. Master Hearsay Told us that Master Meanwell was new-married, And thought it good that we should gratify him. And show ourselves to him in a Fescennine.[236] CRE. That rascal Meanwell was the cause of all: I would I had him here. SIR T. Why, this is he, Sir Robert Littleworth his son: he hath Disclos'd their villanies; he is no cheat. MEAN. God save you, Master Credulous; you have Forgotten me, perhaps: I'm somewhat chang'd. You see, your lost man's found; your vagabond Appears at last. CRE. Go, you are a gibing scab. Leave off your flouting: you're a beardless boy, I am a father of children. MEAN. And your son Will be so shortly, if he han't ill-luck To vex you more: that hundred pounds you sent To Master Caster, Shape i' th' habit of A country-fellow gull'd you of. CRE. That rascal! Thou show'st thy wit t' abuse an old man thus: As God shall mend me, I will hamper thee. Thou'st been disguis'd here all this while, thou hast! Would I were bray'd in mine own mortar,[237] if I do not call th' in question the next term, For counterfeiting of the king's subjects. Come away from him, sirrah, come along. [_Exeunt_ CREDULOUS, ANDREW, _and_ PRISCILLA. MEAN. There's a trunk they've left behind; I have Seiz'd it for you, so that you'll be no loser. SIR T. If you can find a way whereby I may Reward this courtesy of yours, I shall Confess myself engaged doubly to you-- Both for the benefit and its requital. _Enter_ JANE. MEAN. The appearance of your daughter here suggests Something to ask, which yet my thoughts call boldness. SIR T. Can she suggest yet any good, that is So expert grown in this flesh-brokery?