+Rose.+ Yonder's your uncle at the field-door, talking With Bannswright, as hot and earnest for a wench As a recover'd Monsieur. +Quart.+ What is this Bannswright? +Sale.+ A fellow much employed about the town, That contrives matches: one that brings together Parties that never saw or never met, Till't be for good and all; knows to a penny Estates and jointures: I'll undertake he has Now lying by him (unprovided) some twenty Widows of all fortunes that want husbands, And men that want wives; and, at an hour's warning, Can make things ready for the priest. +Quart.+ Let us Devise to get him hither, and cross the match. +Plot.+ I have great interest in him; the fellow loves me. Could I speak with him, and draw him to be An actor in't, I have a stratagem That can redeem all, and turn the plot Upon these sage heads. _Enter +Bannswright+._ +Sale.+ By Minerva, look! here's Bannswright! +Plot.+ Master Bannswright! +Ban.+ Save you, gallants. +Plot.+ You are employed, I hear, to find a wife out For my young sprightly uncle. +Ban.+ Sir, he has Retain'd me to that purpose: I just now Came from him. +Plot.+ And do you mean the match Shall then proceed? +Ban.+ I have a lieger[240] wench In readiness: he's gone to put himself Into fit ornaments for the solemnity. I'm to provide the priest and licence: we go Some two hours hence to church. +Quart.+ Death! you pander, Forbid the banns, or I will cut your wizzel,[241] And spoil your squiring in the dark. I've heard Of your lewd function, sirrah! You prefer Wenches to bawdy-houses, rascal! +Ban.+ Good sir, Threaten me not in my vocation. +Plot.+ Why, Bannswright, you can be but paid. Say I Procure the wench, a friend of mine, and double Your bargain. Such a fair reward, methinks, Should make thee of my project. Thou dost know My fortunes are engaged, and thou may'st be The happy instrument to recover 'em. Be my good angel once! I have a plot Shall make thee famous. +Quart.+ By Mars, deny, and I Will act a tragedy upon thee. +Ban.+ Gentlemen, I am a friend to wit, but more to you, sir, Of whose misfortunes I will not be guilty. Though, then, your uncle has employ'd me, and Has deeply sworn to wed this afternoon A wife of my providing, if you can O'erreach the angry burgess, sir, and bring His wisdom to the gin, show me the way; I'll help to lay the trap. +Quart.+ Now thou art An honest-hearted pimp: thou shalt for this Be drunk in Vine-dee,[242] rascal; I'll begin A runlet to thee. +Ban.+[243] Gentlemen, let's in, I'll tell you my design. You, Salewit, must Transform yourself to a French deacon: I Have parts for Bright and Newcut too. Mischief Upon their absence!