+Sim.+ _If Maries can love a Pritain of the plood of Cadwallader, which Cadwallader was Prut's great grandfather, Randalls was come in proper persons, pring round sillings in hur pockets, get father's goodwill, and go to shurch a Sunday with a whole dozen of Welsh harps before hur. So hur rest hur constant lovers_, _Randall William ap Thomas, ap Tavy, ap Robert, ap Rice, ap Sheffery, Crack._ +Moll.+ Fie! what shall I do with all them? +Sim.+ Why, he said these all rest your constant lovers, whereof, for manners'-sake, he puts himself in the first place. He will call here presently; will you answer him by letter or word of mouth? +Moll.+ Troth, neither of either, so let him understand. +Sim.+ Will ye not answer the love-sick gentleman? +Moll.+ If he be sick with the love of me, prythee, tell him I cannot endure him: let him make a virtue of necessity, and apply my hate for's health. [_Exit._ +Sim.+ Ay, but I'll have more care of the gentleman, I warrant you: if I do not make myself merry, and startle your midnight meeting, say Sim has no more wit than his godfathers, and they were both head-men of his parish. _Enter +Randall+._ +Ran.+ _Farewell widows prave, her sall no Randalls have. Widows was very full of wiles; Mary Ploodhounds now, Randalls make a vow, Was run for Moll a couple of miles._ Honest Simkins, what said Maries to Randall's letters? +Sim.+ You're a madman. +Ran.+ Augh, hur was very glad hur was mad. +Sim.+ The old man has money enough for her; and if you marry her, as, if her project take, you may, she'll make you more than a man. +Ran.+ More than mans! what's that? +Sim.+ Troth, cannot you tell that? this is the truth on't; she would be married to-morrow to one Ancient Young, a fellow she cannot endure: now, she says, if you could meet her privately to-night, between ten and eleven, just at the great cross-way by the Nag's Head tavern at Leadenhall. +Ran.+ Was high-high pump, there, as her turn in Graces Street? +Sim.+ There's the very place. Now, because you come the welcomest man in the world to hinder the match against her mind with the Ancient, there she will meet you, go with you to your lodging, lie there all night, and be married to you i' th' morning at the Tower, as soon as you shall please. +Ran.+ By cat, hur will go and prepare priests presently. Look you, Simkins, there is a great deal of round sillings for hur, hur was very lucky sillings, for came to Randalls shust for all the world as fortune was come to fool: tell Maries hur will meet hur, hur warrant hur; make many puppy fools of Ancients, and love her very monstrously. [_Exit._