EUPH. You must be speedy, sir, In all your courses now. EUG. Then let me beg That you would meet me at my Lady Covet's. I'll ring Sir Argent Scrape so loud a peal, As shall, perchance, awake his bed-rid soul, And rouse it, though so deeply sunk in dross-- Drown'd and o'erwhelm'd with muck. Go you together, And leave me to my way. ART. Farewell, dear love! [_Exeunt severally._ _Enter_ BARNET, LADY WHIMSEY. BAR. Madam, 'tis sure; I know your ladyship Is so possess'd. LADY W. I think he loves me well, And will not now start back from marrying me. BAR. That is the happy hour he only longs for; But if so strange a thing should come to pass, Which yet I think impossible, that this Your marriage should break off, I will give back Into your hand this bond, which I receiv'd; And 'tis worth nothing, madam, as you know By the condition. LADY W. True, I fear it not; But I durst trust you, if 'twere otherwise. BAR. He waits the hour, when you will please to tie The happy knot with him. LADY W. He shall no longer Wait for it now: I'll go confirm him. BAR. But think not, gentle madam, that I shark[19] Or cheat him in it: I have to a sum Greater than this from him as good a title As right can give, though my unhappy fortunes Made me forbear the trial of my title, While his old crafty father was alive. He held from me a farm of greater value, As all the neighbours know: I then forbore it, And will do still, since by an easier way I may have satisfaction. But here comes One that has lost a marriage. _Enter_ TRUSTY, LADY COVET. LADY C. Tell me, Trusty, what say the feoffees? TRUSTY. They'll say nothing, madam; Make me no answer, but that they know how To manage their own fortunes. LADY C. All the world Conspires against me; I am quite undone! TRUSTY. I promise you truly, madam, I believe They mean little better than plain knavery. LADY C. Ay, 'tis too true. LADY W. How does your ladyship? I was in hope to-day we should have seen you A joyful bride. LADY C. Ah, madam! 'twas my folly To dream of such a thing; 'tis that has brought me To all this sorrow, and undone me quite. LADY W. I hope not so. But, madam, I confess The marriage could have done you little good: One of your years, and then a man so old! LADY C. O, do not mention it; I am justly punish'd. LADY W. Pardon me, madam; I must make so bold As leave you for a while. Come, Master Barnet, Shall we go see the party? BAR. I wait you, madam. [_Exeunt._