QUAR. No, an I had, all the lime hounds o' the city should have drawn after you by the scent rather. Master John Littlewit! God save you, sir. 'Twas a hot night with some of us, last night, John: shall we pluck a hair of the same wolf to-day, proctor John? LIT. Do you remember, master Quarlous, what we discoursed on last night? QUAR. Not I, John, nothing that I either discourse or do; at those times I forfeit all to forgetfulness. LIT. No! not concerning Win? look you, there she is, and drest, as I told you she should be: hark you, sir, [_whispers him._] had you forgot? QUAR. By this head I'll beware how I keep you company, John, when I [am] drunk, an you have this dangerous memory: that's certain. LIT. Why, sir? QUAR. Why! we were all a little stained last night, sprinkled with a cup or two, and I agreed with proctor John here, to come and do somewhat with Win (I know not what 'twas) to-day; and he puts me in mind on't now; he says he was coming to fetch me. Before truth, if you have that fearful quality, John, to remember when you are sober, John, what you promise drunk, John; I shall take heed of you, John. For this once I am content to wink at you. Where's your wife? come hither, Win. [_Kisses her._ MRS. LIT. Why, John! do you see this, John? look you! help me, John. LIT. O Win, fie, what do you mean, Win? be womanly, Win; make an outcry to your mother, Win! master Quarlous is an honest gentleman, and our worshipful good friend, Win; and he is master Winwife's friend too: and master Winwife comes a suitor to your mother, Win; as I told you before, Win, and may perhaps be our father, Win: they'll do you no harm, Win; they are both our worshipful good friends. Master Quarlous! you must know master Quarlous, Win; you must not quarrel with master Quarlous, Win. QUAR. No, we'll kiss again, and fall in. [_Kisses her again._ LIT. Yes, do, good Win. MRS. LIT. In faith you are a fool, John. LIT. A fool-John, she calls me; do you mark that, gentlemen? pretty Littlewit of velvet? a fool-John. QUAR. She may call you an apple-John, if you use this. [_Aside._ [_Kisses her again._ WINW. Pray thee forbear, for my respect, somewhat.