_John._ This blind night, What dost think I have got? _Fred._ The Pox it may be. _John._ Would 'twere no worse: ye talk of Revelations, I have got a Revelation will reveal me An arrant Coxcomb while I live. _Fred._ What is't? Thou hast lost nothing? _John._ No, I have got I tell thee. _Fred._ What hast thou got? _John._ One of the Infantry, a child. _Fred._ How? _John._ A chopping child, man. _Fred._ 'Give ye joy, Sir. _John._ A lump of lewdness _Frederick_, that's the truth on't: This Town's abominable. _Fred._ I still told ye _John_ Your whoring must come home; I counsell'd ye: But where no grace is-- _John._ 'Tis none o' mine, man. _Fred._ Answer the Parish so. _John._ Cheated introth: Peeping into a house, by whom I know not, Nor where to find the place again: no _Frederick_, Had I but kist the ring for't; 'tis no poor one, That's my best comfort, for't has brought about it Enough to make it man. _Fred._ Where is't? _John._ At home. _Fred._ A saving voyage: But what will you say Signior, To him that searching out your serious worship, Has met a stranger fortune? _John._ How, good _Frederick_? A militant girle now to this boy would hit it? _Fred._ No, mine's a nobler venture: What do you think Sir Of a distressed Lady, one whose beauty Would oversell all _Italy_? _John._ Where is she-- _Fred._ A woman of that rare behaviour, So qualified, as admiration Dwells round about her: of that perfect spirit-- _John._ I marry Sir. _Fred._ That admirable carriage, That sweetness in discourse; young as the morning, Her blushes staining his. _John._ But where's this creature? Shew me but that. _Fred._ That's all one, she's forth-coming, I have her sure Boy. _John._ Hark ye _Frederick_, What truck betwixt my Infant? _Fred._ 'Tis too light Sir, Stick to your charges good _Don John_, I am well. _John._ But is there such a wench? _Fred._ First tell me this, Did ye not lately as ye walk'd along, Discover people that were arm'd, and likely To do offence? _John._ Yes marry, and they urg'd it As far as they had spirit. _Fred._ Pray go forward. _Joh._ A Gentleman I found ingag'd amongst 'em, It seems of noble breeding, I'm sure brave metal, As I return'd to look you, I set in to him, And without hurt (I thank heaven) rescued him, And came my self off safe too. _Fred._ My work's done then: And now to satisfie you, there is a woman, Oh _John_, there is a woman-- _John._ Oh, where is she? _Fred._ And one of no less worth than I assure ye; And which is more, fain under my protection. _John._ I am glad of that: forward sweet _Frederick_.