GRACE. Faith, through a common calamity, he bought me, sir; and now he will marry me to his wife's brother, this wise gentleman that you see; or else I must pay value o' my land. QUAR. 'Slid, is there no device of disparagement, or so? talk with some crafty fellow, some picklock of the law: would I had studied a year longer in the Inns of court, an't had been but in your case. WINW. Ay, master Quarlous, are you proffering! [_Aside._ GRACE. You'd bring but little aid, sir. WINW. I'll look to you, in faith, gamester. [_Aside._]--An unfortunate foolish tribe you are fallen into, lady, I wonder you can endure them. GRACE. Sir, they that cannot work their fetters off must wear them. WINW. You see what care they have on you, to leave you thus. GRACE. Faith, the same they have of themselves, sir. I cannot greatly complain, if this were all the plea I had against them. WINW. 'Tis true: but will you please to withdraw with us a little, and make them think they have lost you. I hope our manners have been such hitherto, and our language, as will give you no cause to doubt yourself in our company. GRACE. Sir, I will give myself no cause; I am so secure of mine own manners, as I suspect not yours. QUAR. Look where John Littlewit comes. WINW. Away, I'll not be seen by him. QUAR. No, you were not best, he'd tell his mother, the widow. WINW. Heart! what do you mean? QUAR. Cry you mercy, is the wind there? must not the widow be named? [_Exeunt._ _Enter LITTLEWIT from URSULA'S booth, followed by MRS. LITTLEWIT._ LIT. Do you hear, Win, Win? MRS. LIT. What say you, John? LIT. While they are paying the reckoning, Win, I'll tell you a thing, Win; we shall never see any sights in the Fair, Win, except you long still, Win: good Win, sweet Win, long to see some hobby-horses, and some drums, and rattles, and dogs, and fine devices, Win. The bull with the five legs, Win; and the great hog. Now you have begun with pig, you may long for any thing, Win, and so for my motion, Win. MRS. LIT. But we shall not eat of the bull and the hog, John; how shall I long then? LIT. O yes, Win: you may long to see, as well as to taste, Win: how did the pothecary's wife, Win, that longed to see the anatomy, Win? or the lady, Win, that desired to spit in the great lawyer's mouth, after an eloquent pleading? I assure you, they longed, Win; good Win, go in, and long. [_Exeunt Littlewit and Mrs. Littlewit._ TRASH. I think we are rid of our new customer, brother Leatherhead, we shall hear no more of him. LEATH. All the better; let's pack up all and begone, before he find us. TRASH. Stay a little, yonder comes a company; it may be we may take some more money. _Enter KNOCKEM and BUSY._ KNOCK. Sir, I will take your counsel, and cut my hair, and leave vapours: I see that tobacco, and bottle-ale, and pig, and Whit, and very Ursla herself, is all vanity.