_John._ I like the body rare; a handsom body, A wondrous handsom body: would she would turn: See, and that spightful puppy be not got Between me and my light again. _Fred._ 'Tis done, As all that you command shall be: the Gentleman Is safely off all danger. _John._ _O de dios._ _Const._ How shall I thank ye Sir? how satisfie? _Fr._ Speak softly, gentle Lady, all's rewarded, Now does he melt like Marmalad. _John._ Nay, 'tis certain, Thou art the sweetest woman I e're look'd on: I hope thou art not honest. _Fred._ None disturb'd ye? _Const._ Not any Sir, nor any sound came near me, I thank your care. _Fred._ 'Tis well. _John._ I would fain pray now, But the Devil and that flesh there, o' the world, What are we made to suffer? _Fred._ He'll enter; Pull in your head and be hang'd. _John._ Hark ye _Frederick_, I have brought ye home your Pack-saddle. _Fred._ Pox upon ye. _Con._ Nay let him enter: fie my Lord the Duke, Stand peeping at your friends. _Fred._ Ye are cozen'd Lady, Here is no Duke. _Const._ I know him full well Signior. _John._ Hold thee there wench. _Fred._ This mad-brain'd fool will spoil all. _Const._ I do beseech your grace come in. _John._ My Grace, There was a word of comfort. _Fred._ Shall he enter? Who e're he be? _John._ Well follow'd _Frederick_. _Const._ With all my heart. _Fred._ Come in then. _Enter Don_ John. _John._ 'Bless ye Lady. _Fr._ Nay start not, though he be a stranger to ye, He's of a noble strain, my kinsman, Lady, My Country-man, and fellow Traveller, One bed contains us ever, one purse feeds us, And one faith free between us; do not fear him, He's truly honest. _John._ That's a lye. _Fred._ And trusty: Beyond your wishes: valiant to defend, And modest to converse with, as your blushes. _Jo._ Now may I hang my self; this commendation Has broke the neck of all my hopes: for now Must I cry, no forsooth, and I forsooth, and surely, And truly as I live, and as I am honest. Has done these things for 'nonce too; for he knows Like a most envious Rascal as he is, I am not honest, nor desire to be, Especially this way: h'as watch'd his time, But I shall quit him. _Const._ Sir, I credit ye. _Fred._ Go kiss her _John_. _John._ Plague o' your commendations. _Const._ Sir, I shall now desire to be a trouble. _John._ Never to me, sweet Lady: Thus I seal My faith, and all my service. _Const._ One word Signior. _John._ Now 'tis impossible I should be honest, She kisses with a conjuration Would make the Devil dance: what points she at? My leg I warrant, or my well knit body, Sit fast _Don Frederick_.