_Land._ He's ne'r without a noise of Sirynges In's Pocket, those proclaim him; birding Pills, Waters to cool his Conscience, in small Viols: With thousand such sufficient emblems; the truth is, Whose Chastity he chops upon he cares not, He flies at all; Bastards upon my conscience, He has now in making, multitudes; the last night He brought home one; I pity her that bore it, But we are all weak Vessels, some rich Woman (For wise I dare not call her) was the mother, For it was hung with Jewels; the bearing Cloath No less than Crimson Velvet. _Const._ How? _Land._ 'Tis true, Lady. _Const._ Was it a Boy too? _Land._ A brave Boy; deliberation And judgment shew'd in's getting, as I'll say for him, He's as well paced for that sport-- _Const._ May I see it? For there is a neighbour of mine, a Gentlewoman, Has had a late mischance, which willingly I would know further of; now if you please To be so courteous to me. _Land._ Ye shall see it: But what do ye think of these men now ye know 'em, And of the cause I told ye of? Be wise, Ye may repent too late else; I but tell you For your own good, and as you will find it, Lady. _Const._ I am advis'd. _Land._ No more words then; do that, And instantly, I told ye of, be ready; _Don John_, I'll fit you for your frumps. _Const._ I shall be: But shall I see this Child? _Land._ Within this half hour, Let's in, and there think better; she that's wise, Leaps at occasion first; the rest pay for it. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ Petrucchio, _Don_ John, _and_ Frederick. _John._ Sir, he is worth your knowledg, and a Gentleman If I that so much love him, may commend him, Of free and vertuous parts; and one, if foul play Should fall upon us, for which fear I brought him, Will not flye back for phillips. _Pet._ Ye much honour me, And once more I pronounce ye both mine. _Fred._ Stay, what Troop Is that below i' th' Valley there? _John._ Hawking I take it. _Pet._ They are so; 'tis the Duke, 'tis even he, Gentlemen, Sirrah, draw back the Horses till we call ye, I know him by his Company. _Fred._ I think too He bends up this way. _Pet._ So he does. _John._ Stand you still Within that Covert till I call: you, _Frederick_, By no means be not seen, unless they offer To bring on odds upon us; he comes forward, Here will I wait him fairly: to your Cabins. _Pet._ I need no more instruct ye? _John._ Fear me not, I'le give it him, and boldly. [_Ex._ Pet. _and_ Fred. _Enter Duke and his faction._ _Duke._ Feed the Hawks up, We'll flie no more to day, O my blest fortune! Have I so fairly met the man? _John._ Ye have, Sir, And him you know by this. _Duke._ Sir all the honour, And love--