+Sim.+ Nay, sir, the jest was, that they should fall asleep together, and forget themselves; for very lovingly we found them together, like the Gemini, or the two winter mornings met together. Look, look, look, where they come, sir, and Jarvis between 'em--just like the picture of knavery betwixt fraud and lechery. _Enter +Jarvis+, +Ear-lack+, and +Mistress Coote+._ +Jar.+ _Tim is a puling sirrah, I may tell it thee: a midnight surfeit too may cut off Sander; I'll cosen their wives, make all mine own; and then, O Jarvis, what a moneyed generation shall I get upon this Widow Coote that hath two teeth!_ +Blood.+ Did we bring you to music, with a mischief? Ear-lack, thou'rt a goat; thou hast abused the best bed in my house; I'll set a sumner[104] upon thee. +Ear.+ Bloodhound, thou art a usurer, and takest forty in the hundred; I'll inform against thee. +Blood.+ Are you a bawd, huswife, ha? +Mis. Coote.+ Alas, sir! I was merely conied, betrayed by Jarvis; but as I have been bawd to the flesh, you have been bawd to your money; so set the hare-pie against the goose-giblets, and you and I are as daintily matched as can be, sir. +Blood.+ Sim, run to the Widow Wag's; tell her we are both abused; this Jarvis is a juggler, say. +Anc.+ I can save Sim that labour, sir. I assure you the widow is married to your son Alexander, and, as a confirmation, she is come herself to witness it. [_Discovers._ +Alex.+ Your fair young daughter is wife to this Ancient, who is come likewise to witness it. +Wid.+ The plain truth is, Master Bloodhound, I would entreat you to keep the kennel: the younger dog, being of the better scent, has borne the game before you. +Alex.+ We have clapped hands on't, sir; and the priest that should have married you to her is to marry her to me: so, sister, talk for yourself. +Blood.+ Ha, brave tricks and conceits! Can you dance, Master Ear-lack? +Ear.+ Ha, ha! the old man's a little mad. But thou art not married, Moll? +Moll.+ Yes, indeed, sir, and will lie with this gentleman soon at night. Do you think I would chew ram-mutton when I might swallow venison? That's none of Venus's documents, Monsieur Dotterel. +Ear.+ Pox of that Venus! she's a whore, I warrant her. +Blood.+ And were not you the other juggler with Jarvis in this, hey? pass and repass! +Alex.+ Good sir, be satisfied; the widow and my sister sung both one song, and what was't, but _Crabbed age and youth cannot live together._[105] Now we persuaded them, and they could not live together, they would never endure to lie together; this consequently descended, there was the antecedent: we clapped hands, sealed lips, and so fell unto the relative.