+Ran.+ Sounds, was another fire-drake[93] walk in shange, we'll run pack; was Maries have saved her labours, and was come after Randalls. Maries, was Randall, that loves hur mightily Maries. +Maid.+ Master Randall. +Ran.+ How did watch let her go to Grace's Street? +Maid.+ They knew me, and let me pass. +Ran.+ Well now hur understands Maries loves Randalls so mighty deal. +Maid.+ If John have not told him, I'll be hanged. [_Aside._ +Ran.+ Maries shall go with Randalls to lodgings, and that hur father work no divorcements, he will lie with her all to-night, and marry her betimes next morning: meantime, hur will make lands and livings fast. +Maid.+ How? father! this is a mistake sure; and, to fashion it fit for mine own following, I will both question and answer in ambiguities that if he snap me one way, I may make myself good i' th' other; and as he shall discover himself, I'll pursue the conceit accordingly. [_Aside._] But will ye not deceive me? maids[94] are many men's almanacs; the dates of your desires out, we serve for nothing but to light tobacco. +Ran.+ _If Randall false to Maries prove, Then let not Maries Randalls love: For Randalls was so true as Jove, And Maries was hur joy. If Randalls was not Pritain born, Let Maries Randalls prow adorn, And let her give a foul great horn To Randalls._ Hur will love hur creat deal of much, hur warrant hur. +Maid.+ And 'tis but venturing a maidenhead; if the worst come to the worst, it may come back with advantage. [_Exeunt._ _Enter in her night-clothes, as going to bed, +Widow+ and +Maid+._ +Wid.+ Is not Mary come home yet? +Maid.+ No, forsooth. +Wid.+ 'Tis a fine time of night, I shall thank her for't: 'tis past eleven, I am sure. Fetch the prayer-book lies within upon my bed. +Maid.+ Yes, forsooth. [_Exit._ +Wid.+ I wonder what this gentleman should be that catched me so like Jarvis: he said he has fitted old Bloodhound according to his quality; but I must not let him dally too long upon my daily company: lust is a hand-wolf, who with daily feeding, one time or other, takes a sudden start upon his benefactor. _Enter +Maid+._ +Maid.+ O mistress, mistress! +Wid.+ What's the matter, wench? +Maid.+ A man, a man under your bed, mistress. +Wid.+ A man! what man? +Maid.+ A neat man, a proper man, a well-favoured man, a handsome man. +Wid.+ Call up John: where's Jarvis? +Maid.+ Alas! I had no power to speak; his very looks are able to make a woman stand as still as a miller's horse, when he's loading. O, he comes, he comes! [_Exit._ _Enter +Alexander+._